Full Disclosure: I've recently come upon a journal from a man named Peter, a stage manager for theater. The following is written by Peter for Peter. Enjoy.
It's great seeing everyone back from Thanksgiving. Everyone seems to be in a chipper mood even though the last rehearsal left the lead actor, Shane, in a splint because the lead actress, Bianca, threw a temper tantrum. I love the theater but boy do I hate actors. If I were able to have the power or courage to talk to them ass bags and say exactly what I was thinking I'd give them a piece of my mind. For example, why do you think you're the most important thing in the world? Why do you think you're the most important aspect of this production? Why don't you respect people who make this production possible? Alas, Bianca pushed our director, Jim, to the limit and I can do nothing but feel bad for the guy. I feel bad for directors, I can't hate them because for some reason they're stuck being the most important person on a production. They have the most to lose, and most times they have little control over when they get to direct and what they get to direct. In a town filled with amateurs trying to be somebody's I'm just glad I didn't catch the bug and am content stage managing.
Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, so we're gearing up for tech and everyone is surprisingly calm right now which is great for when things get intense later. I'm right where I'm comfortable, in a small and cold and dark booth. Most people probably hate being in small, enclosed, dark spaces but it's actually kind of a turn on for me. I've never really thought about this but I go through such mixture of emotions when I'm up here. First, I get horny, then I get gassy like mad gassy, then bored. But all while I go through those emotions I'm feeling the very panic that this show may blow up and not happen. Anyway Jim's on his way up here, catch you on the flip side while I air out the room. Don't want it to be smelly.
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