*takes deep breath*
I am going to pre-warn you all that this is going to be a long-ass rant with lots of f-bombs and capital letters.
It's Cat, btw.
The picture on the side is me actually looking somewhat happy in my new 5SOS beanie I got at the mall with some of my new camp friends this past weekend.
Who are basically the only good things to come out of this ducking camp.
And thus, we segway into the rant.
This fucking camp.
I am ready to murder about 90% of this cast, including the absolute worst director in all of children's play history.
I've mentioned him before: pedo-stache, weird-ass polo/plaid shorts combo on a daily basis, can't handle children for shit.
Yeah, he's gotten worse.
So today was one of the most disorganized dress rehearsals I've ever participated in in my entire acting career (which, granted, isn't that long, but seriously) and he was nooooo help whatsoever.
So, if you know Beauty and the Beast, you know that song "Gaston", right?
"No one ___ like Gaston, no one ___ like Gaston," etc. It's basically everyone in town cheering Gaston up after Belle (me) rejected his stupid marriage proposal.
Yeah, so, thanks to Mr Director Dude, the kids had to perform that song 3 times.
Want to know why?
They weren't looking at him.
*clears throat*
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MAN
This show is tomorrow. TOMORROW!! And he hasn't taught these kids how to sing this song without the backing voice track yet. The sound absolutely sucks, too, which is great, but he wants them to look at him so they know how long to hold the notes and when they're rushing or being too slow and such.
UM
THEY ARE RECORDING OUR PERFORMANCE TOMORROW
IS THERE GOING TO JUST BE THIS CREEPY MAN IN FRONT OF THE STAGE DIRECTING CHILDREN WHEN TO SING OR
BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE THE ABSOLUTE WORST THING EVER
Oh, and don't even get me started on these kids.
I have a newfound respect for elementary school teachers.
I can't handle them. I just can't. I'm ready to just throw half of them off of a cliff.
For some reason, only about 2 out of the 6 or 7 counselors that work for this camp are actually putting work into anything. Therefore, it is the older kids' (aka me and about 3 other girls plus the guy playing the Beast) responsibilities to make sure ALL THE CHILDREN KNOW EXACTLY WHERE TO GO EXACTLY WHEN AND HOW AND AFXVHJGUJKKV
I have to get from one side of the stage to the other through a back way fairly quickly at least twice but I can't because there are children just lying on the floor in the wings watching the performance and getting in the way if everyone trying to be productive and I'm stuck stepping over children and scolding them to stand up at the same time while also attempting to be quiet enough that the stage mics can't pick me up.
HELLO RESPONSIBLE ADULTS/PEOPLE WHO ARE BEING PAID TO TAKE CARE OF THESE CHILDREN, PLEASE HELP, THANKS
I am so fucking done with these people right now...I have to deal with a Gaston who mumbles everything and only knows about half his lines, a girl who apologizes every time someone says a word to her, a Cogsworth who doesn't know how to pronounce 3/4 of the stuff she says (we only have 4 boys in the camp btw), and not to mention a Beast who keeps stepping on my dress during our dance in Beauty and the Beast (which is drowned out by a sea of children singing off-key in an attempt to be heard well). I need to tell almost everyone where they need to be, when they need to be there, when to change their outfits, basically know everyone's schedule when IT SHOULD NOT BE MY RESPONSIBILITY AT ALL
I just started talking to my parents about all this and I started physically shaking, that's how stressed I am for tomorrow.
My birthday, however, is on Friday, and I think it's the most anticipated birthday I've ever had, because I CAN SLEEP IN (though I probably won't be able to), PLUS IT MEANS I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS HELL HOLE OF A CAMP
*takes deep breath again*
I'm just so done with everything. I can't do this anymore. My friend (who isn't in this camp with me) told me to just look forward to Friday, because camp will be over, but I'm the least optimistic person you will ever meet. Tomorrow is going to be a disaster, and I know it.
Oh, and did I mention the fact that we didn't even get through the entire play at the dress rehearsal tonight?
Yeah, try and tell me it won't be a disaster.
Just try.
I won't believe you.
-the most stressed you will ever see Cat on this account
