Kaye darling, you've touched on why I never -- never EVER -- go to the theatre. It wasn't high school dreams in my case, it was the real thing, for many years, cut short by a disinterest in (a) hanging out with drug-crazed egotists; and (b) doing so while trying to decide if I had eough money that week to buy more roach spray.
No, sitting in a theatre seat always hurts. It's...I dunno...the smell of the hot Cinemoid in Leko 43 and wondering if it'll burn through before the act is over and if so, exactly what part of the stage will look funny. Knowing I could do that part so much better, now that I'm older and wouldn't get stuck with all the crappy ingenue parts anymore. Jesus, I had to play HONEY in stock, not Martha. So unfair.
And nobody except the guy in the seat next to me knows my name.
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Date: 2007-10-16 05:28 pm (UTC)No, sitting in a theatre seat always hurts. It's...I dunno...the smell of the hot Cinemoid in Leko 43 and wondering if it'll burn through before the act is over and if so, exactly what part of the stage will look funny. Knowing I could do that part so much better, now that I'm older and wouldn't get stuck with all the crappy ingenue parts anymore. Jesus, I had to play HONEY in stock, not Martha. So unfair.
And nobody except the guy in the seat next to me knows my name.
It hurts.
Mara