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So our Yard Sale starts.... in 9 hours. What the fuck are we thinking?

Anyways-- if you want to add your junk to my lawn, or your talent to the lawn?, feel free to drop by between 10:30 and four-ish.

And Kayla, I do remember meeting your mom.

And Kelsey, I'm sorry about the pass today, I didn't realize that Christof had it until I got to the venue. Shitty.


-Emily


And don't forget to tell everyone you know about the show on Sunday. Or, like.... everyone should just try to get at least five people to go; aim for ten, but let five be your minimum, eh? We could totally sell out and then we'd be on the list of shows that sold out and I would like, pee myself. No kidding.

Numero uno: Wonderful job, all of you. You make me so proud. And so nervous! And then proud. It's an exciting time in the audience of ENTARC.

2: Do ya'll want to rehearse at all before the Sunday show, or do you feel file? If we don't have any rehearsel, please just look over your lines to refresh yourself and think of your character's 2 major pet peeves, and if you buy coffee at all in these next few days think about how your character would do it and what they would buy, and what bills they would use and the sentence structure they'd use to ask for it and if they'd be prepared by the time they got to the counter or if it would be impulsive. Or, you know, look over your lines (although I think it'd be cool if you did the rest and had that experience or some shit like that).

3: Tell everyone you know that hasn't come about our final show. Like... relatives! Aunts and uncles! Neighbors! Teachers! Etc. Make e-mails and phone calls reminding people to come.

4: ...Yard Sale? Do you all have stuff you want to sell? I'm thinking we should either do it... This Friday, from 9 till 4 ish, maybe starting at more like 10 or 11... Or, after Fringe. But it could be sweet promo.

5: I hope you all are square away on the passes and stuff. If any of you want to go Fringing with me, you should tell me, because I think I've got a pretty kickass schedule lines up for myself. Doot doot doot.

6: Did I mention how amazing all of you are?

7: Hopefully Sarah's mom will have more flyers so that we can litter them everywhere. Wahoo.

8: Do you know how cool it would be if we sold out our final show? It'd be mother-fucking cool, that's how cool.

9: Do ya'll want to do some kind of Cast party thing? There are some super delicious places to Eat (yeah, capitalized, that's how good) near the Playwright's center, like Seward Cafe and Pizza Luce... Also, Sunday night at 9 is the Fringe Closing party, and it'd be neato if we all went to that because Masquerade ball attendance was minimal.

10: Okay, there's not really a ten, I just thought it would be cool if these were like... Commandments or something. Make myself feel all powerful? Yeh, that.


love and kisses,
Emily

<3

Holy shit. So many people. We are amazing, we are emerging, we are brilliant. I'm so excited, you guys. Fucking nearly full house!!! Ahh!! We did that!! Holy crap.

Okay. Amazingness. I'm glowing.

Sigh :)

By the way, my amazing cast, we've got some very sweet reviews to read. I think one of them is from Sarah's mom? And then, the other two is from some couple, or siblings, or something.

Anyways, basically, we're awesome, and I feel silly for ever worrying. Tonight's show is going to blow everyone out of the water. Energy, ya'll, energy.

I'm giddy with excitement.

( Review )

p.s. I think this sounds much more defensive than I intend it to. I'm actually quite happy with the review >

KELSEY- yeah, I definitely like the idea of you being amused at him. Kind of skeptical, but amused. And when you leave, it can be more of a "wink wink, nudge nudge" leaving then a "yuck" leaving... because you're excited for her, it's the first romance.
I dig that change.

And then... we're going to attempt to keep the apartment set up at one point; leave it set up during after "shitty job" for the two room scenes, then do the selfish scene, then take it down.

We'll see if it works.


And then... I think we're all just meeting there tomorrow? Be there by eight, or feel free to come to my place beforehand. I might call ya'll just to make sure we're cool.

Alright, CAST! This is Kelsey here and I would like to figure out this whole fringe pass thing. Here's what I want you to do. Go back and view the original schedule for the fringe passes and make sure that you have all of the shows that you want the pass for on there. If you do not, then you are pineapple-cunt and need to respond to this with the show/s that are missing if you do not do this then I sure as hell will not be working to get you a pass. So far....Let's see. Jonah, you are scheduled for shit on Tuesday, so I can drop it off at your house on Tuesday morning. Tell me your address again though. And then Kayla! There is a day that you are seeing Calculus the musical. That day, I can meet you at watershed where they are selling the tickets. That sound cool? I certainly hope you said yes. So these are all of the transactions I am planning on making based off of the schedule. Please, please tell me what the fuck is going on because either nobody is communicating, or no one is telling me. Pickle in the middle...WAH!WAH!WAHHHHHHHH! I'm a little high-energy right now. Can you tell?
Our audience fucking sucked today. However, Nathaniel, you made my dad's girlfriend cry. She liked watching you grow old. And my father said that it was a pretty okay show. And I believe him. Oh and he had a suggestion for me for the coffee shop scene, Em and Katie. So if you have pages of notes on that scene, he gave me a solution. Instead of completely hating him like I did today, it would make more sense fir me to be amused by his existence based off of how I viewed the 'dirty book' person.

Holy shit. I would like to passionately kiss all of you on all parts of your body, and I probably will.

No, but, really, holy shit, cast... You all are so beautiful and so talented and have made me so proud. No one else says my words as good as ya'll do.

Ahhh.

So much love.

Oh, and, uhm, we have a scent-free venue. We need to get some unscented talc-powder for G-pa hair (oops).

And then... Masquerade!!! It'll be great!!! Sarah, if your mom made a few more flyers for the M it'd be sweet, but I realize it's short notice and I didn't even think of it tonight.


Ahhh.

You are all so smart. I'm really happy.

Okay, sweet.

-Emily

(p.s. This message will self destruct... out of joy!!!!)


And p.p.s---- when you look at shows, it shows what other shows out scheduled, and it's usually like... the top five big shows or whatever. But dig this!!! This show... http://www.fringefestival.org/showDetail.cfm?showid=560.... has our shows name on the "people also scheduled...." holyyyy shiitt!!!! (at least, it has it on there as of right now; that stuff is prone to change). And I repeat: holeeeyy sheeeyyyiiiiitt.

<3

G:Sometimes we'll be up late, walking and talking,and we'll just have so much to say... we'll finally realize its like four am and he has to work the next day or I have to get home, but by then its so late that we just... keep walking. We were on the bridge that connects the east and west bank, having walked nearly all the way from his house to mine, and he just starts... singing. He's singing to me, totally making it up as he goes along.

Sister: What did he sing?

G: Its silly... just, "Gertrude! I really really like you! I hope you like me too! Because I'm going to keep calling you so tell me right now if you don't want me to!"

Sister: Huh. Romantic...

G: Oh come on, he was being funny... but it was also just so honest of him.

1- Your cell phone is at my house, off in order to save the battery.
2- We need to make the program today, and talk to my cute neighbor, so maybe you should come earlier.
3- Speaking of programs, my writers notes are kind of long. Uh.


Speaking of it nearly being three AM (how does this happen?), we'll talk tomorrow >

So, I'll give you copies of this in person. It's actually all bolded, you just can't tell on livejournal.

( dig )


pleaaasssseee post any questions, my beautiful cast.

This is it! complete!

Eating Next to a Rubik's Cube


( Checkit )

We'll go over this tomorrow, too- and, I'm going to call you all and tell you to get to my house at 4 and, if you have a car.. to volunteer it ><.

So, this is the tech-rehearsel letter.


( ...Read me! )

http://www.fringefestival.org/blg_showPost.cfm?blogID=23&id=1347

dig THAT, bitches.

Friday, August 4th:
Kelsey & Kira, 5:30 PM (Rebel Girl @ Interact)
Jonah, 7:30 PM (Depth of the Ocean @ YWCA)

Saturday, August 5th:
Kelsey, 7:30 (Depth of the Ocean @ YWCA)

Sunday, August 6th:
Kayla, 1:00 PM (Unbearable Lightness..... @ Intermedia Arts), 4:00 PM (Japonesque @ Southern Theater)
Kelsey, 2:30 PM (Fresh Meat @ Red Eye) 4:00 PM (Body Bazaar @ Intermedia Arts)

Monday, August 7th:

Tuesday, August 8th:
Jonah, 5:30 (The Hitchhiker @ Theatre Garage)

Wednesday, August 9th:
Kayla, 8:30 (Wonderland @ U of M Rarig)

Thursday, August 10th:
Kelsey, 5:30 (Viva Venezuaela @ U of M Rarig)
Kayla, 7:00 PM (Calculus: The Musical! @ Watershed)
Jonah, 8:30 (Die, Clowns, Die! @ U of M Rarig)

Friday, August 11th:
Kelsey & Kira, 5:30 (She, So Beloved @ U of M Rarig)

Saturday, August 12th:
Kelsey & Kira, 2:00 (Angst: A New Teen Musical @ Bryant Lake Bowl)

Okay, you guys- looking cool. Lots of open spots still for those of the cast that haven't turned in their info to me yet. And then, in regards to passing the passes around... You guys should discuss rendezvous points with each other. We can do some of it at our shows.... Also, if you notice that you're seeing the same show as someone, but on a different date, you might contemplate going together to make pass swapping a bit easier.

Scene 1- Chair.

3- Cake, wine, paper party cups, party hats??, folding table, perhaps a chair or two but I think we decided against that. Wrapped rubik's cube.
4- Friggin' telescope, and Cane for G-pa
5- three chairs, same style, one table, perhaps glasses on the table. notebook and pencil.
6- this will be one of the more elaborate rooms... coffee table/lamp table, couch, paintings... we'll find some good furniture for this. Also , 4 sided rubik's cube. (with one side solved... I'll get on that)
7- Car seat (at first I wrote "car sweet"... because it's just that cool.)
8- Chair... like... an armchair.
9- same as 6, potentially plus breakfast.
10- also one of the more elaborate rooms. Thinkin, mattress, small dresser, other small table? It'd be cool if we could have a doorframe, but I don't really expect that. And then... Rubik's cube that's easily deconstructed.
11- I guess this is in the same room as ten.... we can throw some shit around or something??? Or, she could be at Lora's house... gah.
12- Liam's and Gertrude's are both still set up on stage.
13- yeah, ditto to 12, because it's really just a continuation.
14- car junk
15- grandpa's chair
16- bottle, rubik's cube to peel off stuff.
17- lemondate cups.... hmm. maybe they're outside as well? I hadn't figured out a setting. Maybe they're up north together? uh....

finis.


Remember that furniture bin at the Woman's Club? We should potentially look through it.

Lora and Gertrude sprawled on the floor of Gertrude's room.... Gertrude immersed in a fat astonomy book, Lora reading a spanish book with a page nearly full of writing in a notebook; by now she's begun writing on the margins.

L: You know, I like just being around you in this physical world, even when I know we're both off somewhere else.

Gertrude: Yeah, me too. Being ourselves around each other.....

(beat. they look occupied for a bit) (Gertie makes a face at her book, then says as she sits up more, holding it)

G: Okay, I can't makes heads or tails of this..... (reads some complicated sounding astronomical sentence)

Lora: No comprendo.

G: I mean, I know I'll be able to get it eventually... But right now... My brain is full. I need a break.

Lora: Yeah, good idea.

They stretch. Do bridges, do the splits, touch your toes in various ways, looks... flexible? Maybe it's a metaphor for your flexible potential! Or maybe you're just cramped. Anyways- it'd be sweet if you had this following conversation while breaking into yoga moves, and stuff like that. It could be a cool use of movement.

G: Man, I had the weirdest dream last night (Lora puts her attention on Gertie). I was driving a car- which was scary in itself because I'm not used to having that much control in a vehicle-- but that's beside the point. So, my grandpa was in the passenger seat, he'd escaped from the nursing home, and he was... Well, he was there. He was all there, like he used to be. And he said to me, in that way he had (mimicing) "all right, my little astronomer, you can drop me off right here." and I looked at him kind of shocked, because... Well, first of all, we were in some vague location, it was some open, fieldy area.... But then he said to me, unassumingly, but yet, all knowingly... He looked at me and he said "No matter where you go, you'll always have yourself".

Lora: Is that when you woke up?

G: No, I think I kept dreaming, but it was nothing as interesting... Something about cats.

Lora: I usually just dream about... things in my day. But, like, a lot more fucked up.

G: How do you mean?

Lora: Well, in my dream last night... I was sitting downtown, alone, on top of the IDS .... looking out towards the Foshay tower. And it was snowing, but I was back in shorts, and the sun was beating down... When suddenly, everything started to shake, and buildings were collapsing all over, and the sun starts speeding towards me, I barely duck out of the way... I open my eyes, and it's crashed into the roof of the IDS, five feet away from me.

G: The sun?

L: Well, it wasn't the sun.... It was an alien space ship.

G (more interested): Why are you the one dreaming about aliens....

L: I think because I was playing video games with my brother. Anyways, the aliens were shaped like.... Big snowflakes. So they blended in, and were really hard to see. And then... they started zapping things. They were zapping downtown, just, incinerating it. (Lora's getting pretty into it, acting it out... Gertrude is entrhalled)

G: And then?

L: And then I saved downtown singlehandedly.... Or at least, I was about to-- I was throwing these glowing energy balls at the aliens, and flying around and holding the buildings together like superman-- but then it all went black... and I woke up,

G: Right at the good part, too.

L: Yup.

G: So, how *did* you spend your day yesterday?

(we could cut it there? or...)
Lora: Me and my brother went and saw a movie together, you know those rare but cute little brother sister bonding moments that I'm so fond of, and there was this guy outside of the bookstore talking really loudly on his cell phone. He was obviously having like a fight with his girlfriend or something, and he was gradually getting louder and louder and he seemed like he was getting kind of embarrassed about it, he'd look around and see if anyone was watching and me and Zack would pretend to look away, and that went on for a while until finally he got really flustered and yelled, "YOU SAID YOU LIKED IT WHEN I DID THAT!" and from here he turns beat red, mutters "I can't have this conversation now! Goodbye!" (this sentence is said urgently, angrily/frantically,... think comedic improvisation. This is a funny sentence from a really pathetically emotional guy.) and hangs up.

... (in the meantime Gertrude is laughing at the story, she's maybe a little surprised by it. Thats not something you see every day.)

Oh, And I fought some aliens.
G: Oh good, so its all coming together.

So, some background:
Lora's decided to move somewhere in central or south america; some place warm that remains like that all four seasons. somewhere where they speak spanish (representing how those spur of the moment/whim decisions can really affect your life).



I guess it's the end of the summer. So, they're drinking lemonade.

G: I always figured you'd move somewhere warm.

L: Oh yeah?

G: Well, then you can show off your hot body in all the seasons.

L: One season year round... I like the idea. I wont be able to use seasonal affectiveness disorder as an excuse anymore, I'll just be positive and hard working all the time... and I won't settle for less.

G: A toast- to not settling.

L: To not settling. (...clink they're little lemonade, probably in paper cups.)

L: I knew you'd never really settle. I mean, I wondered sometimes- That whole thing with Liam was... well... It was..

G: It was a learning experience.

L: I was going to say the stupidist thing I've ever seen a girl as bright as yourself put yourself through, but, all right, I'll settle for that.

G: I thought you said you'd never settle.

L: Well, I can make an exception.

G: That's how it starts though... Come on, Lora, constant vigilance!

L: You're not my drill sargeant, you're my best friend.

G: But that's what we're here for, too, right? to keep each other in line?

L: Yeah... and to still be there for each other, even when we really fuck up.

G: Like that time when you thought you'd scale that one guy's apartment... barefoot, at 4 in the morning, to slip in through his window and crash that party you weren't invited to?

L: Yeah, well, it was a learning experience.

(beat)

L: Do you believe in loving unconditionally?

G: I don't believe that much of anything is unconditional. Especially not things that constantly change. Like humans! Some laws are unconditional maybe... like the laws of physics.

L: Well... I know its weird but sometimes I wish that I could just rely on you to love me no matter what, like even if I'm a total idiot and I fail at life.

G: The thing is, you're not a total idiot. If Lora became a total idiot, she would no longer be the Lora that I know. I will always love you, as you are now... I can promise that much. And... are you really worried about failing at life? Come on.

L: Well... sure I am. Not like I've never failed before. And its hard to imagine that I'll keep learning at this rate forever... its scary to think that at some point, I might stop improving.

G: Well thats how we keep each other in line! Highly conditional love.

L: A toast! To highly conditional love! (Said purposefully cheesily... like she's imitating the previous toast)

I don't know what you want to put here, but I think its best if it just cuts directly to this sentence:

G: Sometimes we're a little ridiculous.


L: Do you remember when we used to playpretend?

G: Of course I do. But look at us now-- you're off to South america, your yoga poses put me to shame, you're writing puts anyone to shame... I doubt we could have dreamt up the kinds of things we're doing now.

L: And you're just freakin amazing-- I'm sure your on the verge of discovering another galaxy....

G: Well I don't know about that. But we don't need to pretend anymore, thats for sure, because.... here we are. We're producers, we're adults. We are everything we've done up to this point. We're part of this world, this world that owes us nothing... we're...

L: We're living.

(beat)

L: But, if you wanted to do your monster impression again.... I wouldn't complain.

G: Only for you, Lora...... And, only if you're a cat.

L: Okay. I'm in.

Uh, and then they do that off that stage.

Okay. that's the end of our play. Comments? Questions? Concerns? ..pure brilliance? too corny? gimme thoughts.

I like that monster ending! Thats great. Perfect. Way to make them both human. - Esther

Gertrude enters her room.... Stressed out. Frustrated, but sort of hiding it. Moving around idly, trying to find something to do. Rubik's cube sitting on a table...
anyways, she pages through a magazine... opens a notebook momentarily, or eyes it, but decides against it... just feeling restless....
then she starts talking to objects, to herself.
walking around her room, finds a penny:
"Find a penny, pick it up..." voice trails off.

sits with the penny. (just so you know, Talking to a penny makes Gertrude seem... well blatantly skitzo. kind of crazy. but w/e.)

I know you wrote: "You, my dearest penny." But if anything Gertrude knows she is being absurd. She'd be more obviously funny about it. I like this:

Gertrude: Yo penny, we have some talking to do.... you see.... well..... (gets stern)
I want my damn wishes back.

(beat. stands, or something)
I know it sounds silly, ridiculous, but, I've got all this stuff I want to do, these accomplishments that seem so impossible, how will I ever get there? ... fly through the o-zone layer, or at least save it, or.... live on mars (beat. change of.... face, whatever)

Am I really even thinking this? Someones gotta do it, why not me? I just need to... pick an objective, maybe even arbitrarily... and go for it.

Alright, Gertrude. I want to... (trails off) (...looks frustrated. thinking, blah blah) (grabs the rubik's cube as the thinks. scoping it out, maybe turning it? This is going to be hard to set up because it's supposed to break. hmm)
Well, if I was.. If I was Liam, I guess I'd... write a poem about my future or something.
And if I was my grandfather (grandpa?) I'd make a plan, maybe. And I'd follow the plan.. and my heart... And if I was my mother.... I'd try. For a while. ....and then, I'd mess up once, and get discouraged... And if I was my sister... (sigh, or something) But, I'm not my sister. I'm not any of them. I'm Gertrude. I'm Gertrude, and I still can't solve this goddamn thing (throws it, and breaks it a part). (another change of her face)
Fuck the Rubik's cube... it doesn't mean anything. Just some patterns that I can't freaking figure out.

Maybe if I could just figure out my own patterns... or even how I want it to go... but people aren't so logical, its not so damn easy. Everything is subjective to desire, and what if I really desire nothing?

This.... well, this... this broken piece of shit is me.
Now one or all of these things must come true in my lifetime.

one. (somehow she's handling a piece of the rubiks cube, maybe four different colors, she puts them on four different sides.) I'm going to save the world.
Two. I'm going to work hard. I won't give up, I won't quit, I'll never give in.
Three. I'm going to teach, I'm going to lead.
Four. I'm going to invent.

And... and I'm gonna find someone who is really all of these things, "I want someone... who will never grow old. No... not that. Someone who will never stop learning, who will never be half alive..."
I want someone who makes no excuses, who won't accept failure, who won't settle for less.
I want someone who sees distant planets when he looks into my eyes, someone who inspires me and is inspired with me.

And when I'm about to die, when its all over, I want to look at the world, and I want to see...
Frequent interplanetary travel!
I want everyone, everywhere to have access to an expansive public library. everyone is educated, everyone has resources.
I want energy efficient ground travel and I want life on earth to thrive.
I want to have inspired.


so she's listing this shit out somehow. where she's come from, where she is, where she's going....
and then.....
her mom walks in.

Mom (knocks on the door)(in that sugary sweet voice): Hey Gertrude, sweetheart? (she says this next line as she opens the door. I don't really care what it is) There's a message for you on the phone, I think it's from Lora, something about homework. Also, we just ordered pizza, I ordered your usual, pepperoni and black olives... (She looks down at the dismembered cube) What happened here?

Gertrude: (a little shocked. the happy "I'm figuring my life out!!!!" look sinks from her face) .... it Broke.

Mom: That was a birthday present... you remember? I got that for you when you were eight.

Gertrude: (not sure what to say) Yeah, I remember that.

Mom (sorts huffy sounding): Well... everything's gotta fall apart eventually. Thats just how it works I guess. I wish you'd be more careful, though. (beat)Oh, hon your laundry's finished, it's sitting on dining room table. (beat) I guess I'm gonna go catch the evening news... I'm really tired... Love you dear. (maybe Gertie just watches her as she says it, smiles slightly)

(mom leaves)

Gertrude: Alright. Alright, Gertrude. I'm going to be honest and aware and stay. on. track. Whatever happens from here on in.... I'm creating it.

(...brown out)

in the later scene, after the breakup, with Gertie alone... I want her to emphasize that she wants to be Strong (physically and mentally),

gah gah gah.

thoughts?

"Write a Spenserian sonnet telling me why I should cover your show.

That's right: fourteen lines, composed of three quatrains and a concluding couplet, iambic pentameter -- that's ten syllables of alternating stress -- and an interlocking rhyme scheme of

abab bcbc cdcd ee

If anyone manages to produce that, finds my contact info, and sends it to me, you'll get it posted here, along with my plug for your show and, well, a little bit of awe on my part."


A fringe blogger put that up. Uh, so, I'm gonna try it. Ya'll are welcome-- it'd be sweet if we had two.


Begin watching a girl so young and spry
Who's growing in the world throughout her teens
And is, in her relationships ary
examining the disconnect between

our ev'ry day lives and our dreams.
Gertrude dissects her life from sky to ground
with grandfather's advice that she must glean
now from herself as he becomes less sound.

With interactions both cubic and round
Will Gertie be swooned by a man's haiku,
Or will she fight for ideals that resound
Around the rubik's cube that haunts her room?

As sattelites circle Earth and hover,
for 60 minutes, be our lover



from the minds of teenage amateurs
it stays true to fringe's raw, fresh nature



Just so you know, the above lines have already failed to be a spenserian sonnet. Heres ... something. If you change it, make sure every line still has ten syllables, alternating stresses, and rhyme scheme intact.

a. We've got hot girls doing some funny things,
b. And if you think it through that is quite nice -
a. They'll ease you into new ideas with wings,
b. Addressing everything from hope to vice.
c. Girls young and spry and eager to portray
b. With some ideas that might serve to entice
c. In truth for some this is quite the foray,
b. And so we'll use humor as a device.
c. And all those intertwined are on display!
d. We really try to think outside the "cube"
c. We offer you your wheaties on a tray
d. And though sometimes perhaps they need more lube
e. These uncryptic thoughts are yours to swallow
e. Or for you to deem as merely hollow.

I think ... that the above sonnet is hilarious. But I know it doesn't make sense all time.
Do what you will !