Hey guys, it's Cat.
Before I start with my actual rant, I'm kind of frustrated.
I posted the Q and A thing (which a few people said they'd like to participate in) and no one commented on it.
Except for me.
I said something about being upset with everyone and being ignored and receiving no comments on my rants anymore (an occurrence that seems to happen every few rants for me until I touch upon it again) and threatening hiatus from this account. I've deleted the comment at this point, because it was childish and stupid of me, not to mention selfish, but I really do get irritated that the attention constantly being shifted around from person to person on here. All the ranters are important, as are the subjects we rant about (most of the time). Please, if you're going to comment on one, at least attempt to comment on all of them. If you don't know what to say, that's fine. I just hate seeing rants with no comments.
Enough about that, though, that isn't even what I'm ranting about today.
So I'm currently in this acting camp thing that started Monday. Its 4 days a week (Monday through Thursday) from 9-4, which is exhausting. I've taken a nap after I came home every day this week, which is not a good idea. We're doing Beauty and the Beast for our play, and guess who's Belle.
THIS GIRRRRRRRRL.
However, as exciting as that is, I kind of had a nervous breakdown at like midnight last night. I started freaking out, thinking I won't be able to memorize all of my lines (this camp only lasts four weeks and week 1 is almost over), not to mention the fact that Gaston is being played by a seven-year-old who's about two heads shorter than me, plus I don't think he can read. We also lost our original Beast, who was 10 and also shorter than me, but we got a new one today, thank god. He's 15 and really tall and a red head and he's lanky and he's got a high voice, but I'm honestly just relieved that we have a Beast now.
I also actually managed to make friends there on the first day (yay!) and they've both considered quitting because of their parts...one is playing Mrs Potts and the other one is a flirtatious feather duster. Honestly, I've considered quitting as well, for reasons I'll get to in a minute, but I obviously can't since I'm the lead.
Now.
I hate the music director.
He's this middle-aged man with a pedo-stache, he only wears polo shirts, his voice is like the stereotypical gay guy from any tv show ever, and he CANNOT WORK WITH CHILDREN
Seriously, he doesn't have the patience or kindness or anything to work with kids. Most of the people in this camp are like 5-10, plus a 3-year-old and like 5 older people (myself included). If someone's talking or something while he is, he'll start yelling "WHO'S STEPPING ON MY WORDS" and I HATE IT. Then if he catches the person who was talking, he'll just stare at them angrily for a solid two minutes before moving on and saying "now we've gone and wasted a whole five minutes, look what you did" TO A 5- TO 10-YEAR OLD CHILD
WHAT THE FUCK MAN
STOP
He's also trying to make us do harmonies, which is an awful idea, because, again, CHILDREN.
PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO WORK WITH CHILDREN IF YOU ARE NOT A PATIENT PERSON
IT WILL NOT WORK WELL, AND THE OLDER KIDS WILL SECRETLY HATE YOU NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU SMILE CREEPILY AT THEM
*sighs*
I really needed to get all that off my chest.
Okay, this was way too long, and I'm done now.
-Cat
