Chapter 15 A bag full of ball dust Part 1

It’s time for another meeting. This one is to give us information on how to survive Italy. Today’s meeting will take place at one of the condos in Guanahani Village. The Casting Director and Power Suit will be running this meeting. As we all crowd in with our normal “over it” attitude. 

Power Suit and The Casting Director are at the main table in front of us. "Remember to bring a rain coat and rain booties" says Power Suit as she pulls and eye pencil across her lower lid. "It got awful wet when we were there" she continues, "The streets of Venice flood all the time and I almost ruined a pair of shoes."' She laughs at this. “Imagine?” I think to myself a city built on water, flooding, truly astounding!” I also imagine that she was at a 5 star and we will be at a no star. The bathrooms will probably be flooded all the time in our hotel.

We are told what to bring and what not to bring. Some of these things run the gauntlet from sensible to absurd. "Bring Advil, but don’t bring drugs"' says Power Suit jabbing the air with her eye pencil for effect. The Casting Director quickly jumps in with several suggestions; Power Suit shoots him a sideways glance not happy about being interrupted.

"We will be staying in a four star hotel"' he says forcing a smile that shows yellowing teeth. “And be aware that the mail service really doesn’t exist there, so we will receive all your mail and send it on to you.” There is an audible groan from the cast.

The meeting goes on and on and information really isn't given to us, not the information that we need, it’s more about packing tips supplied by Power Suit. For some reason she is trying to be all sunshine and lollipops today. Maybe its so the Casting Director can be the bad guy for a change. “

We will wire all your money electronically into your accounts, until we take possession of the product" says the Casting Director. Another groan from the cast as a hand shoots straight up. "When will that be?" the person attached to the hand asks. "I’m not really sure", says the Casting Director. He looks at Power Suit and sweat begins to form on his upper lip. She shakes her head slowly from side to side as if to say “You poor dumb fuck.”

More hands shoot up and more questions get asked, they are being rapid fired in his direction. The Casting Director begins to look deflated from all the questions, not to mention the tight lipped unblinking stare he is getting from Power Suit. She has said little since her last tip about making more room in your luggage by rolling up your clothes.

Power Suit reaches across the table in front of the Casting Director and with one finger taps his briefcase. A smile crosses her face and she looks directly into the crowd."Now let’s get down to business"' she says, I have another contract for you to sign.

to be continued.........
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Part 14 How do you get a tree into a van?

The island is now in full swing with everybody getting ready for Christmas. Everywhere you look are little reminders that the holiday is coming. Many of the local Bahamians are wearing little Santa hats and putting up mistletoe. A feeling of ease has settled upon the cast and we are beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Allegedly, everything didn’t go so well at the run-thru’s and the company feels that we need to go back into rehearsal. Our initial contracts were only 3 months long. The Company feels that the shows are not ready. We are now going to change many of the numbers that we spent months learning.

To combat this, the Company has added another rehearsal space. This way no one gets a day off and they can finish the product that they want. This new space is just up the road past our condos. It is the banquet hall of another hotel.

From the look of things when we arrive at the venue for the first time it’s clear that the original name of the hotel was “The Flea Hop Inn.”  As we walk inside, we are asked to push the tables out of the way before we start rehearsal. Today we begin with sword fighting. Our fight director has a clear vision of how it should go, if only the director and choreographer would stop changing their vision daily, we would be done by now.

In the middle of the fight scene the choreographer suddenly wants a big dance number. He jumps up and starts swinging a sword while twirling around us “Can you believe that I never had a lesson?” he asks while we were busy ducking out of his way.

The main stage in the casino is still for running parts of the show that have big dance numbers. We quickly find that with our new additional space we spend most of our time running between the two venues.

Today we learn of a new “dilemma.” Our cast is full of amazing singers with incredible voices but the company has added voices on a click track to “sweeten” their sound. This has thrown the cast into turmoil once again.

The Director approaches one of the African American female cast members who is currently wailing and singing the hell out of one the songs.  I feel like I am sitting a Baptist church watching a sermon when the director asks this girl "Can’t you be more ethnic?" He then goes on to do his imitation of what “be more ethnic” means. He acts like he is in a minstrel show.

Now during the dance break of this number the choreographer has another one of his brilliant ideas. "I was watching a church revival on TV the other night.”  “Can’t you jump around like that?" He begins to jump around like he is on fire.

There is no end in sight.

To keep us in a holiday mood, our Stage manager steals and stuffs a fully decorated Christmas tree that he took from the hotel into his minivan. "Tis the season" he says.

We begin decorating for our island Christmas party, it’s still pretty hot, but we pull out our winter wear that we have packed away in our closets. All our houses get filled with Christmas lights and tinsel and eggnog is made. We gather together where people read a poem entitled the 12 days of the company and rehash all that we have been through. Then we finish by singing carols.

We have been through such and emotional and draining mess, and yet have so much love to share with each other.

After our party, I stumble home, tuck myself into bed and pass out.

to be continued....

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