I heard my new favourite words today, "The contract doesn't expire until you resign." I've got a November-April commitment for coaching high school speech as long as I care to do it.
Again, it's another thing that requires I keep cobbling together jobs for myself, but I'd rather do that than try to hold down one single full time not theatre position, I think. If I were smart, I'd just get the sub's license, because it's about the only thing that works with the afterschool necessity and could replace the box office job I like least. But I'm afraid of that, still, and it's not theatre, it's school.
My high school drama teacher apparently failed to acknowledge my existence today. Which was nice. Granted, a high schooler I've worked with in the past year had no idea who I was when I waved at her, either. Time plus context equals unfamiliarity. But in the cast of the drama teacher, I suspect she would've ignored me if she had known who I was. I'm not sure what I ever did to her.
I saw a good One Act today. It was really stylised, which I like, and required that one actor have their voice prerecorded so they could be heard under the mask. And it made me wonder to what extent you could put together a piece with mime or dance and recorded/processed vocals.
One Act is becoming the most traditional of theatre events, and it totally doesn't have to be.
Had cause to describe the Reader's Theatre I directed as, "The twelve months of the year telling the story of the death of a little boy. In a light-hearted way." This is what I do. I think I like that.
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