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Hate I got some hate to dish out. Sorry if it only makes sense to me.Hate to the former Cavalier of our Nutcracker (Richard), and his wife (Shawn). Richard and Sugar Plum (Nicole) have been "best friends" for about two years. Richard's married, Nicole's engaged, but they flirt constantly and find any excuse to dance together. Two years this has been going on. Two. Years. So, Shawn, whose nose is in everything we do even though she knows nothing about ballet, and who I never liked anyway, finally decides to notice and become jealous. Monday, she gave Richard an "ultimatum." Either he doesn't see Nicole at all--meaning no class, no rehearsal, no Nutcracker-- or....else. He told my mom (the director) that he needs to "work on his marriage." My mom: "Work on your marriage??? THIS WEEK?" Holy freakin Jesus banana slug, woman, if they've been flirting back and forth for TWO YEARS, do you really think separating them for one performance, and in the process SCREWING UP OUR SHOW, will make any difference?! We HAVE no CAVALIER. That means new choreography, fixing the music, resetting places for bows, all in 2 days. Not to mention, Cavalier is a huge role, and simply not having one is really unprofessional. And Richard is being a totally ninny about it. Dude, she's telling you that you can't come to work. At least TRY to negotiate your way out of it, just a little. Nicole was crying at rehearsal night. Screw you, Richard. And, oh yeah, stop calling to see what you can do to help. The best help you can offer is to stay the hell away. Hate to the weather. Hate to the superintendent, who was nice enough to send out a memo telling schools to not let anyone in for any reason. Meaning no dress rehearsal at the theater today, and none tomorrow if school's closed. Meaning we don't know what we're doing once we get to performance time. Meaning we're screwed. David, You SO were not "joking around." You were just shaking in your boots, because you knew Max was going to beat your ass if you didn't say you were kidding. I'm surprised he took that lame excuse. You're on my telekinesis list. Beware the flying forks... Hate to Rachel. Just...well, I won't go into it. The only person reading this page already knows why. Aaahhhhh. That felt good.
2002-12-04 @ 7:11 p.m. |