Wow. I feel like I've been kicked. XD

But all is okay. We choreographed the "abduction" scene--not a rape, I might mention--today in rehearsal, and it's absolutely brutal. Fortunately, I'm in good hands. The Muleteers (the men who are certainly not raping me) are careful to make sure I'm not hurt, while still maintaining the appearance of violent realism. I think that in the production (even though this scene is definitely not a rape, no sirree), my dad is going to run onstage and try to save me. XD Too funny. And it's not a rape!

Even funnier is how Lauren, my double, was scared out of her wits and refused to let Mark carry her offstage over his shoulder. After carrying me around the stage, then hefting another actor twice her weight, she was terrified that he would drop her. Even though we're supposed to be unconscious, she started kicking and flailing when he picked her up, which made him have to put her down. And despite her squirming, he still didn't drop her. Mark is nifty like that. It's so cute how carefully he puts me down in the nook-thing, making sure I have my footing before letting go, then asking if I'm okay. ::is amused:: Ah well. Lauren will get used to it when she gets over her initial fear. She has all of tomorrow's rehearsal to practice, as I have to leave school early to catch my plane to New York (squee!).

I will have internet access for most of the trip, but it will be limited. Plus, who wants to be stuck in some drab room, surfing the net, when they could be out, taking in museums, Broadway musicals, and countless photographic opportunities? This trip is going to be way too much fun. Musicals in NYC include: Man of La Mancha (goes without saying!), La Boheme (as directed by Baz Luhrman), Urinetown (because I wanted my parents to see it), and Nine (mum's choice -- stars Antonio Banderas). And in our brief sojourn in Philadelphia, we're seeing The Last Five Years. When in NY, I'm considering a hajj to the Union Square Theatre to see if there's any signs of the dear, departed Bat Boy. I'm definitely stopping by the Johnny Rockets on 8th Street to see all my friends on the waitstaff. Huzzah.

Now back to my Othello paper. Much stuff must be done before I depart!