Okay, I might as well shut up and stop groveling about how I'm not consistent in writing these things when they're part of a class grade. After all, the other students in Asian-American Theatre were lucky to have even written two entries by the time 'When the Purple Settles' was finished, as well....

Now that the play's five shows have finished their run in William and Mary's oh-so-illustrious Phi Beta Kappa Theatre, it is much harder to write about things that have happened during the rehearsals. Mea culpa. I guess I'll write anything I can think of, since I need six more entries to fulfill the quota of one blog entry a week...

First thing that stands out in my mind was the problem in the middle of the rehearsals with lateness. It's an uncomfortable subject, since I make a habit out of being ten minutes late to wherever I need to be, and as the show's practice days progressed, the tolerance for the other individuals and myself who chronically arrived post 7 p.m. to practice lines diminished severely. After getting warnings from Francis about potential dismissal from the rest of the performance, I noticed we all arrived on time. As much as I hate the use of warnings like that and feel constant dread of making any sort of mistake around a person who makes such an ultimatum, I have to note that it worked in making practice more efficient. I did not like the warning, because I am a nervous person by nature (although I hide it the best I can) and do not want any further 'threats' against me. In fact, when Francis said that he was to fire two people when we showed up to one of the rehearsals on a particular February evening, I was terrified that I would be one of them.

I have a hunch that I botch up much more stuff than usual when I become conscious of my desire to not cause any sort of disruption... Kind of the antithesis of what "Purple" was all about, eh? I mean, I lost one of the military helmets and never found it again....I still feel really bad about that...