Fire Starter

It’s all happening. I got together my preliminary application form and marched into the Business Development offices, slapped it down on the desk.

“You need a job network provider (or something).” The receptionist was not particularly helpful, and gave me back the application and was about to send me on my way. A man came up behind me and scooped the application out of my hand – I didn’t even notice as I was (politely) arguing with her.

“Hey, this is actually pretty good. Amy, can you find out that stuff, and can you, my dear, come with me?”

I was whisked into a board room with a man called Clint, had several business cards thrust into my hand, and sat talking for about an hour.

“How much money would you like to be making annually from Violonjello in three years?”

The question had not even occurred to me; I was too overwhelmed by the fact that I could make ANY money at all from doing something I loved that I hadn’t considered the figures.

The figures we ended up discussing are scaring the bejeesus out of me.. I feel so totally unprepared to be this grown up. I have to be smart though. I have to do all those things that adults do, like planning for the future, having a million and one back-up options, opening up multiple bank accounts, et cetera.

I am scared, but so excited. I have deadlines now. I guess I just got myself a new full-time job.

Frustration

I feel bona fide. Today my first wooden matryoshka arrived; a sample. I am going to paint and collage it, take photos of it to include on my application. I’m just not sure what type of theme I should go for, or whether I should get a couple and do contrasting designs… yes, I shall!
(I refer to the application as “the application for awesomeness”, because it’s much more fun that way.)

Seems plans to take the world (or at least GMCC) by storm are failed – how ridiculous. It seems that the meeting was a waste of time, because ultimately nothing was taken into consideration. I am too disillusioned to think about it right now, and seriously reconsidering – why should I put lots of effort and hard work into something that will be rejected without consideration? Grrrrr…
The whole thing makes me angry. This is a theatre company that does not even have a website. I said at the meeting that I would make a website, design a logo and some sort of brand identity for the company… and was rejected. “People in the past have said they’d do that, and we’re still waiting,” said one stalwart member. It must be so much fun dwelling on the past, as she seems to do it a lot, but in the meantime, does the company have a logo or a website or a mailing list or ANYTHING? No, and here I am offering to do it, for free too. I’m not sure if it’s worth trying to help anymore if our suggestions are not going to be listened to, and our efforts to volunteer our talents are going to be thrown back in our faces.

Rant, over.

Other than all that junk, it is amazing how things can just ‘work out’ sometimes. This concept is quite foreign to me, so it’s amazingly exciting now… very novel. Sebastian’s parents have a friend who is renovating a house, so they have accepted a whole bunch of stuff that would otherwise be thrown away. An entire kitchen, a desk, and… a bed. I don’t have a bed for when I find somewhere to live, and they have no real need for it – voila! Things can work out.

Cha-ching!

Work is fabulous.. it makes me so happy being there. I want to buy everything in the whole store, so ultimately it may not be terribly profitable! Even though I am required to wear a full face of their make-up (not a fan of having “stuff on my face”), I am also ‘encouraged’ to wear their scents and try their products throughout the day.. I end up waltzing out of there smelling like Neroli Jasmine, Monoi Butter, Fuzzy Peach, Pink Grapefruit and Aqua Lilly all at the same time. Also, the fact that I don’t have to do it all day, every day is something nice – I have time to regroup and get excited about it before I go again. At this point, the fact that I get paid to go there is a bonus.

After working all day (!), Sebastian and I attended a ’special’ meeting about the future of one of our local theatre companies. I imagined that we would all get together and come up with a plan for future greatness and be able to move forward, but it seems some people are just stuck in the past. The strongest sentiments came from two or three people, along the lines of “We can’t do it that way, we have to do it this way because we always have!”. Somebody actually referred to the other theatre companies in the town as “the opposition” – how absolutely archaic, and just when we thought that there was going to be some cooperation between companies! Things are not working at GMCC, change is in order; I understand that it is hard to acknowledge the faults in something you have worked on for such a long time, but honestly – our town is different, the venue is different, the people who want to be involved are different, and the people who are willing to buy tickets are a different breed to those of forty years ago. Change is simply necessary.

And it’s off my chest – I was practically yelling at Sebastian all the way home about it. It’s frustrating when you have a lot of opinions but cannot bring yourself to be forceful in expressing them, even when everybody else has no problem with it.

So I ate a McChicken. In the car. Everything felt a bit better after that.

Oh, I found something that is quite a laugh. Bradford was in the car with me when he told me about a rogue review of Mikado that managed to escape my attention for more than six months! My visitor stats tell me that almost everybody googles themselves; I had forgotten to do it myself. So I did. And this is what I found:

The only letdown was Rose Campbell who played Yum Yum. It pains me to say that as some elements of her performance were great. She tried to sing opera and just failed, bringing down the overall tone.

Name changed, of course, to prevent retaliatory google sleuthing! I didn’t include the whole review, but what a laugh; especially with how gushingly she praised everybody else. I did a little fieldwork and found a review that she had written for Romeo and Juliet, which followed a similar formula – she loved everybody except Juliet, who she had intense scorn for. Question though: how exactly does one sing “opera” when one is performing in a musical? If I were to sing opera, I would be singing a specific opera, would I not? I imagine she means “tried to sing operatically”. It’s actually quite funny, because I asked the musical director during production whether I should operatically, and he said no, that I should just sing it as I had in the audition – I sang in my normal voice, with good annunciation, opening up on the higher notes so that they didn’t come out of my nose. I wonder if Jade would have preferred me screeching out a pop belt?

Ah well, at least it is a source of amusement. I’ll have to stay tuned for her review of The Producers…
apparently she’s a veritable ‘brand’ and aspiring professional blogger. Maybe I’ll have to pay subscription to read her reviews? Ha.

Speaking of reviews, I guess I should say my little piece on The Wedding Singer. I saw Sebastian’s show on Saturday – I told him I was going to The Producers instead and snuck down to Williamstown by myself, via public transport. Scary! Especially on a football night.

Anyway, walking into the theatre, I was a little disappointed before it had even begun. It was a drab hall. There were some very pretty chandeliers, but I was actually a bit scared to stand under one of them (there were so many cracks running through the ceiling). The venue seemed to be a letdown, but now I’m realizing how much I have been spoiled by using professional theatres. I was quite harsh on the show as I was watching it, but eventually, it grabbed me and pulled me in. Without a huge fussy set or over-the-top lighting, the focus was on the performers and the band, which was great – especially after seeing blockbuster musical after blockbuster musical, where individual performances end up getting lost in the razzle-dazzle of it all. Alexandra Clover and Turanga Merito were fabulous as Julia and Robbie; both of them have amazing voices and were a pleasure to watch. Sebastian played the sleazy, lovable Sammy – I want to apologize in advance for anybody who has to witness his mullet, gold medallion glinting in his chest hair, adidas tracksuit and ‘beautiful’ dancing! Mark Spencer and Bianca Giorgetti are hysterical as George and Linda; but be warned, do not sit in the front row. Linda has an very raunchy extended dance; her gyrating fishnet and panty-clad behind was probably a metre from my face. A definite case of “where do you look?”, however I do want to borrow her wedding dress, and boots. Generally, it looked like a really fun show to be a part of; the ensemble, in particular Ezra Tepania, Lisa Pilkington, Narelle Bonnici and Samantha Symons – these guys really shone. I can’t be bothered writing a full, proper review, so just trust me and go see it! – there are good bits, there are bad bits, but it’s a lot of fun – book tickets online, and hurry because only 10% are left.

Must dash – no time to write when there are mermaids, matryoshkas and birds with fantastical plumage to be drawn.

Coin Operated Girl

Ha, what an absolute riot. After my last post of proclaiming how independent I feel, I am finding myself pining. Badly. After he hasn’t been very nice to me, which makes me even more pathetic. So in summary, I am pining from a distance; scared to make myself emotionally vulnerable to more ridiculousness, but at the same time really, really missing him (he only spends about 7 hours a day at home, solely for sleeping), which is making me do ridiculous things, like spending 7 hours making him a paper sculpture, and doing his university assignment, et cetera.

Blah. I hate being so pathetic. But not entirely pathetic; seems I may have managed to score a job. An enjoyable job, selling things I actually like, in a central location, et cetera. At The Body Shop. I’m not completely sure if it is a job they are offering, or just a trial; tomorrow I’ll find out. I am terribly nervous though. Since recent events, I feel so much more shy and apprehensive – before now I just assumed that I was capable of whatever I put my mind to. But I have limits, I am not as strong as I should be, and it will take a long time before I’ll be as capable as I wish I was. But until then, I’m not going to push myself into a hole again.

In other news, I took the plunge. I bought something from Etsy. Two things actually, shh! One is a supply-thing I need for Violonjello, and the other is a belt I have been coveting for a while now – a wide white elastic waist-cinching belt with a little frill and a silver clasp. It is designed by the magical Melbourne couturier Samantha Sultana; I simply need to buy some of her headbands. I’m planning to wear the belt and some sort of awesome dress (I have a white one in mind) to closing night of The Wedding Singer… it’s a pride thing; I wasn’t cast in the show, I have to look so amazingly gorgeous as to make the entire cast feel inferior when I am faced with them again. Oh, how I love spite.