Friday, October 8, 2004
Sunny and pleasant
I can’t figure out if I’m simply overtired or coming down with something. I hope it’s the former, although I had plenty of sleep and still feel off.
Day work was fine yesterday. A friend is flying back to Michigan this weekend for a family event, and will also talk to his high school about working in theatre. This friend has truly blossomed over the past few years, since his first Broadway job back on Miss Saigon. It’s wonderful to watch someone grow into his best self. He’s got so much to offer the world, and he’s finally beginning to realize his own worth.
Another friend is leaving the show to take a job with New York City Ballet. I’ll miss him, but he loves the ballet, and that’s the direction he wants to take his career. I think it’s a terrific move for him, with lots of opportunity for growth, on both personal and professional levels.
Walked up to the new Time Warner Center up by Columbus Circle. I hadn’t yet been in there. It’s a big urban shopping mall, with a very strange vibe. It could be because there were several construction deaths and suicides over the past couple of years (jumpers). Very jittery vibe.
I searched the bookstore for two particular books I need, and couldn’t find them, and stuck my head into Williams-Sonoma, which is always dangerous. But I wasn’t in a shopping mood.
They were setting up for some sort of black-tie event on the second floor. A guy in a tux shoved a glass of Cristal into my hand as I passed. “You look like you need it,” he said.
“No. You just look like a lady who should hold a glass of champagne.”
By the way, it was good champagne. Very good champagne.
I spent most of my break at the Coffee Pot (drinking tea). I wrote my four pages of The Other Project and got about a page on Amber Tiger.
I wrote an episode of Angel Hunt before I left for the train in the morning, so it was a decent writing day. I know where the next few episodes are going, and I plan to do a weird sort of cross pollination thing with the other serials. I’m not sure if I’m skilled enough to pull it off, but I’m going to try.
I wandered into the wrong theatre last night. I left the Coffee Pot, thinking about many things that had nothing to do with the show. Instead of going back to the Gershwin, I wandered back over to the Broadway, where I spent five years working on Miss Saigon. Force of habit. I finally went back to the Gershwin and swapped show stories with the supervisor and the assistant.
Another article about me was in another Greenwich paper yesterday. We’ll see if that boosts the class or not. We may well have to cancel it, which is fine. I suggested that we turn it into a one-day seminar instead. It will be what it is, and I can’t really worry about it one way or the other. If the class doesn’t fly, it’s because another opportunity is about to open up. So I’m not going to worry about it. It seems that student who didn’t want to pay for the class is now telling them that I’m working with her privately and she doesn’t have to pay for the class. I made it very clear to her I was not working with her for free. Her choices are to take the class in Greenwich, to take the class in Valhalla in spring, or to pay me my hourly rate.
I’m going to try to do some more work on Angel Hunt this morning before I leave for the theatre.
I’m looking forward to a weekend of writing and puttering around the apartment.