The day of BFF's wedding had finally come.
She had been dreading it for weeks. If this wedding had come even a year later, she most likely would not have been invited. They were in a weird place where BFF most likely thought that she had to invite her, and she thought she had to come. Neither of them were adult enough to just admit that and not make it awkward for everyone involved.
JJ was supposed to be her date, but he bailed at the last minute, much like he had with being a moving buddy. KSL had turned his nose up at being a "plus one" and Mel had to work and would have only been able to duck in and out for the ceremony.
She decided to take her mother, which everyone else saw as sweet but she saw as pathetic. Dealing with the bad driving all the way up the mountain to the wedding site was whiplash worthy, and she relinquished control only when realizing she was going to have to parallel park.
The ceremony was sweet, but she still had this weird feeling that she shouldn't have been there at all. Just being a regular guest hurt her heart. She hadn't been asked to help or contribute, but it seems that SD seemed to be running the whole wedding. They had been friends for a long time, sure, but it started to really sink in as the night wore on that she'd lost her best friend and been invited to the wedding.
Not that BFF's groom was bad, in fact she had come to like him far more than BFF. She really enjoyed that he was supportive of everyone around him, and had a dark snarky quality that they shared.
Everyone was taking the mic and doing toasts, and she suddenly had the urge to go up there. She got emotional and knew there was no way she was going to be able to hold it together, so she held off.
Just before she left she approached them and told them she wasn't a people person, so she was going to toast them face to face now.
"When BFF and I first met, it was because she was a mutual friend of someone else's and I needed to check her out because I wanted to make sure she was good enough for him. Then we met and I told her she wasn't good enough for him. Then you came along, and I had to check to make sure you were good enough for her. And you are."
She got choked up, hugged them both, and left without saying goodbye to anyone.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016
The Great Wall
She didn't sleep except for a few scarce hours at sunrise. The sexual tension was built up like static electricity, and she wished she could just touch something metal to discharge herself.
She woke to the sun shining in brutally. She finally understood what BW meant by having an East facing window was crap. her white curtains did little to block the sun. She took a picture from bed and sent it to him. "I get why you always want to go to breakfast...who can sleep late with this oppressive sun? And what's with those loud-ass geese?"
"I can hear them too. Maybe it's mating season? Let's get breakfast."
"Okay, but I have to shower first. I had a whole 32 ouncer last night and I'm sure I smell like booze." She replied, leaving out the almost-sex part.
"OMG, the primping. Hurry up!"
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom, taking off her old t-shirt in front of her mirror. Then she saw something large and black on her arm and gasped. Her hand went to the spot, ready to flick away whatever gross bug or whatever it was had landed on her. Her vision focused in and she realized it was a bruise. A bruise almost the size of her palm, more black than purple. She touched it, it didn't hurt. Upon further inspection, she realized it was the size of his mouth. His fingertips were etched in bruises on her other arm, and there were several tiny bruises across her chest.
She hadn't realized how out of hand it had gotten. She had gotten her first sex bruise. She couldn't tell anyone about it...but she was still a little proud.
BW urged her to hurry, so she jumped in the shower and then went through her closet trying to find a half sleeve shirt to cover up her torrid night. Breakfast was fun but uneventful. BW kept marveling in how many bears were in the Black Bear Diner, making her laugh until she cried. She was really going to miss him when he spent a few months in Prague.
She texted KSL asking if he was still coming to help her out that day. He said yes, but at noon. She asked him to meet her at the storage unit.
They hugged, and he followed her into the unit. "So," she started, "I didn't realize how intense we got last night."
"Oh?" He said, his eyebrow raising in interest. She pushed up her sleeve to show him the bruise. His eyes widened in....fear? Was it fear? It certainly seemed it. She realized with his history of violence, he was most likely going to worry about hurting her. She assured him that it was really impressive, and she was glad she didn't have anyone to really answer to that day. She saw his wall go up. She never should have told him about it.
They packed random stuff in the car and headed to the front of her building where they were unpacking into grocery carts. BFF drove by in her car, rolled down the window as she passed and whooped at them. "Bitch." KSL mumbled under his breath.
Despite the wall being up and him being extremely reserved, he was very helpful. He made dinner and put away all the groceries, ran all around town with her, went on an adventure for a pizza cutter, but was still very silent (for him) the whole day. There was little to no eye contact, and he was always looking at his phone. Like he was just fulfilling an obligation. While they were in line he again said he was proud of her decision. "At least you aren't going through this alone."
"....aren't I?" She asked. His look was very hurt, and she suddenly realized that he had meant he was there for her. As a friend. She apologized, but another foot had already gone up on his wall. She was pushing him away without even knowing she was doing it. Why?
Because he had a girlfriend. That's why they hadn't had sex the last night too. She couldn't bring herself to fully be the other women. She realized she was splitting hairs on the cheating thing at this point, but she just didn't feel right about it. Part of her really wanted to drop it and just have fun with him.
He noticed she was changed by his mood, and had become more reserved. He pulled her aux cord in her car and started blasting music that would cheer her up, loud music. It was classic KSL while in the car, he gave her lots of sideways glances to check her mood. He commented on her smile as certain things amused her. He made fun of her driving. "I'm glad I've always made you drive before. Let's go back to that." She said.
After setting up a few things in the studio, he suddenly said he had to go. "But we haven't had time to over-talk about last night." She joked to him.
"No, that's good." He said rather coldly and with finality. "I'll call you tomorrow."
She didn't walk him to the elevator, instead closing and locking the door behind him.
She woke to the sun shining in brutally. She finally understood what BW meant by having an East facing window was crap. her white curtains did little to block the sun. She took a picture from bed and sent it to him. "I get why you always want to go to breakfast...who can sleep late with this oppressive sun? And what's with those loud-ass geese?"
"I can hear them too. Maybe it's mating season? Let's get breakfast."
"Okay, but I have to shower first. I had a whole 32 ouncer last night and I'm sure I smell like booze." She replied, leaving out the almost-sex part.
"OMG, the primping. Hurry up!"
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom, taking off her old t-shirt in front of her mirror. Then she saw something large and black on her arm and gasped. Her hand went to the spot, ready to flick away whatever gross bug or whatever it was had landed on her. Her vision focused in and she realized it was a bruise. A bruise almost the size of her palm, more black than purple. She touched it, it didn't hurt. Upon further inspection, she realized it was the size of his mouth. His fingertips were etched in bruises on her other arm, and there were several tiny bruises across her chest.
She hadn't realized how out of hand it had gotten. She had gotten her first sex bruise. She couldn't tell anyone about it...but she was still a little proud.
BW urged her to hurry, so she jumped in the shower and then went through her closet trying to find a half sleeve shirt to cover up her torrid night. Breakfast was fun but uneventful. BW kept marveling in how many bears were in the Black Bear Diner, making her laugh until she cried. She was really going to miss him when he spent a few months in Prague.
She texted KSL asking if he was still coming to help her out that day. He said yes, but at noon. She asked him to meet her at the storage unit.
They hugged, and he followed her into the unit. "So," she started, "I didn't realize how intense we got last night."
"Oh?" He said, his eyebrow raising in interest. She pushed up her sleeve to show him the bruise. His eyes widened in....fear? Was it fear? It certainly seemed it. She realized with his history of violence, he was most likely going to worry about hurting her. She assured him that it was really impressive, and she was glad she didn't have anyone to really answer to that day. She saw his wall go up. She never should have told him about it.
They packed random stuff in the car and headed to the front of her building where they were unpacking into grocery carts. BFF drove by in her car, rolled down the window as she passed and whooped at them. "Bitch." KSL mumbled under his breath.
Despite the wall being up and him being extremely reserved, he was very helpful. He made dinner and put away all the groceries, ran all around town with her, went on an adventure for a pizza cutter, but was still very silent (for him) the whole day. There was little to no eye contact, and he was always looking at his phone. Like he was just fulfilling an obligation. While they were in line he again said he was proud of her decision. "At least you aren't going through this alone."
"....aren't I?" She asked. His look was very hurt, and she suddenly realized that he had meant he was there for her. As a friend. She apologized, but another foot had already gone up on his wall. She was pushing him away without even knowing she was doing it. Why?
Because he had a girlfriend. That's why they hadn't had sex the last night too. She couldn't bring herself to fully be the other women. She realized she was splitting hairs on the cheating thing at this point, but she just didn't feel right about it. Part of her really wanted to drop it and just have fun with him.
He noticed she was changed by his mood, and had become more reserved. He pulled her aux cord in her car and started blasting music that would cheer her up, loud music. It was classic KSL while in the car, he gave her lots of sideways glances to check her mood. He commented on her smile as certain things amused her. He made fun of her driving. "I'm glad I've always made you drive before. Let's go back to that." She said.
After setting up a few things in the studio, he suddenly said he had to go. "But we haven't had time to over-talk about last night." She joked to him.
"No, that's good." He said rather coldly and with finality. "I'll call you tomorrow."
She didn't walk him to the elevator, instead closing and locking the door behind him.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
The Brief Loss, or Weakening of Consciousness
She hadn't felt La Petite Mort creep up on her yet in regards to this show. She had a feeling that she and KSL would still be friends, and she and Super Director would be living in the same building very soon.
She made her way backstage as she got to the theatre to check on the props, when she was hit by the smell. Backstage smelled like a combination of everyone who had lived out this play all month. It was their sweat, their perfume, their makeup, their deodorant/antiperspirant. They had made that smell the smell of the play, and it would never smell like that again. It filled her with a sorrow that she didn't realize she had for this play. Sure, it had been fun, but the cast hadn't grown especially close during the run, in fact had branched off into couples pretty early on in the process. They were all very nice people, but they hadn't gone out of their way to socialize and bond with each other.
The play went very quickly and without issue. The technical director ordered pizza, and they snacked as well as drank whisky from flasks and just enjoyed each others company. The technical director said he was going upstairs to lower the swing, and she scampered after him. It had been her favorite set piece, and she loved hearing the crowd be impressed as it lowered from the ceiling, going unnoticed until that moment. It was fully functional and held up to 400 pounds.
Swinging indoors was something that she would never get over, it just felt amazing. They stayed in the theatre for a long time taking turns swinging, but not so high as to hit the back of the stage wall. She begged him to keep it up there for the future, as it brought her an enormous amount of joy. KSL took tons of photos of her swinging, all hideous looking. She made him delete them right away. She was a little sad that she was the best photographer of the bunch, thereby making her invisible to the experience when she looked back.
They went to a smoky dive bar after cleaning up the theatre and dropping their stuff off at the car. She had gotten more flowers for the end of the run, and it was going to be sad to be without them in a week. As they walked to the bar, KSL asked what was said about him the night before in his absence.
"She said that your dick was small but you must have been good in bed because you made that other girl squirt. She also warned me to stay away from you. In fact, BFF said the same thing earlier today."
"Did she now?"
"Yep, she said that people are saying that we are fucking. Of course I asked her what people, and really it was just the woman from the board sitting behind us at the play the other night. Apparently she thinks sitting next to a person at a play constitutes fucking. Anyway, I asked her if everyone's opinion of me is so low that they think I'm fucking around on my husband."
"And she said no, that my reputation was the bad one." He scoffed. She nodded yes. He was upset but there was nothing she could really do to console him. He'd really dug his own grave on that, and wasn't making it any better with her.
They had time before everyone else showed up at the bar, so the kiss came up again. "I asked BW, I asked Millennial Girl, and this Disney Friends With Benefits isn't a real thing." She decided to ask him the selfish question "You said that night you would have kissed me before. When?"
"When? There were so many times; whenever we were saying goodbye, when we pulled away from a hug...it just felt like there should be a kiss afterwards. Now I feel like I fucked up our friendship."
"Don't be like that." She said. "I'm sure we'll be just fine."
She made her way backstage as she got to the theatre to check on the props, when she was hit by the smell. Backstage smelled like a combination of everyone who had lived out this play all month. It was their sweat, their perfume, their makeup, their deodorant/antiperspirant. They had made that smell the smell of the play, and it would never smell like that again. It filled her with a sorrow that she didn't realize she had for this play. Sure, it had been fun, but the cast hadn't grown especially close during the run, in fact had branched off into couples pretty early on in the process. They were all very nice people, but they hadn't gone out of their way to socialize and bond with each other.
The play went very quickly and without issue. The technical director ordered pizza, and they snacked as well as drank whisky from flasks and just enjoyed each others company. The technical director said he was going upstairs to lower the swing, and she scampered after him. It had been her favorite set piece, and she loved hearing the crowd be impressed as it lowered from the ceiling, going unnoticed until that moment. It was fully functional and held up to 400 pounds.
Swinging indoors was something that she would never get over, it just felt amazing. They stayed in the theatre for a long time taking turns swinging, but not so high as to hit the back of the stage wall. She begged him to keep it up there for the future, as it brought her an enormous amount of joy. KSL took tons of photos of her swinging, all hideous looking. She made him delete them right away. She was a little sad that she was the best photographer of the bunch, thereby making her invisible to the experience when she looked back.
They went to a smoky dive bar after cleaning up the theatre and dropping their stuff off at the car. She had gotten more flowers for the end of the run, and it was going to be sad to be without them in a week. As they walked to the bar, KSL asked what was said about him the night before in his absence.
"She said that your dick was small but you must have been good in bed because you made that other girl squirt. She also warned me to stay away from you. In fact, BFF said the same thing earlier today."
"Did she now?"
"Yep, she said that people are saying that we are fucking. Of course I asked her what people, and really it was just the woman from the board sitting behind us at the play the other night. Apparently she thinks sitting next to a person at a play constitutes fucking. Anyway, I asked her if everyone's opinion of me is so low that they think I'm fucking around on my husband."
"And she said no, that my reputation was the bad one." He scoffed. She nodded yes. He was upset but there was nothing she could really do to console him. He'd really dug his own grave on that, and wasn't making it any better with her.
They had time before everyone else showed up at the bar, so the kiss came up again. "I asked BW, I asked Millennial Girl, and this Disney Friends With Benefits isn't a real thing." She decided to ask him the selfish question "You said that night you would have kissed me before. When?"
"When? There were so many times; whenever we were saying goodbye, when we pulled away from a hug...it just felt like there should be a kiss afterwards. Now I feel like I fucked up our friendship."
"Don't be like that." She said. "I'm sure we'll be just fine."
Friday, February 19, 2016
A Man For All Seasons
"Is this the guy you wrote about?"
"Which one? Not to be a whore but I write about a lot of guys."
She'd been thinking about this short interlude with her sleuthy friend lately. Was she a whore for having mostly guy friends? After her Favorite Mistake revelation, where she sought out comfort, she went to many people, few of them women.
She did tell the BFF about it, but didn't seek solace from her. As expected BFF turned it around to be about her and all the great romances she'd had, and not so great romances. When they saw each other again, the BFF never brought it up or asked if she was doing okay. She knew that it wouldn't be spoken of again.
PJ had come through big time, the only one to calm her down and bring up solid points that calmed her anxiety. They even went deeper into the human condition and solved problems that she didn't realize that she was having. She finally realized what she needed to take away from all this was that she needed to become someone in-between her 17 year old self and who she was right now.
KSL had listened, been attentive, and shared insightful things he had learned from his therapist that shown a light on her current situation. Maybe she also needed to set a deadline. A fleeting thought of her sharing an apartment with KSL "Odd Couple" style made her smile.
Mo she had not told the whole story to, but she knew she could come to him for advice on what Favorite Mistake could be thinking when he got her email. He said to her that if it was him, even though he was married, he would reach out. Everyone has one that got away, and he would rather be friends with her then have her out of his life again. A few days later, his favorite mistake called him. She was in town with her new husband and wanted to meet to catch up.
BW had gotten a cursory overview, but she knew he wouldn't have had much insight. He was very against all relationships, and their friendship was mostly just bitching about people they knew.
All these men in her life are there for her, so many. She needed to stop being greedy and let Favorite Mistake go. Create her own closure.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Drunk Breakfast
So this is what she told him:
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Malaise
The Christmas party was fine. BW said she was being a little whiny...twice. Maybe that was all that was bothering her, but the depression weighed heavy the next day.
She had to get it together for the husband's Christmas party later. Her mother forgetting what she said a minute after she said it wasn't helping. She knew people would miss her if she was gone, but today...she didn't care. She didn't want to be (t)here.
She had to get it together for the husband's Christmas party later. Her mother forgetting what she said a minute after she said it wasn't helping. She knew people would miss her if she was gone, but today...she didn't care. She didn't want to be (t)here.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Anna Karenina in 2015
The 2012 version of Anna Karenina had found it's way to Netflix streaming. She felt like it was a piece of art, with everything taking place on the stage and in the audience. She loved the ballet of the movement and the odd society ways that society thinks they've outgrown.
The line that really sticks is when someone is asked if they will call on Anna after the scandal becomes public, stating it wasn't like she broke the law. The lady replies "I'd call on her if she'd only broken the law. But she broke the rules."
There was a girl...a woman actually, only a year younger than herself. She had gone to LA and changed her name, gotten a few acting gigs, but then decided to come back home. She started her own local theatre company, and rented out other spaces to do her performances.
The thing was, she almost always casts herself as the lead and her boyfriend as the male lead. As it was her theatre company, that was her prerogative. However everyone in the community seemed to hate her for it. The BFF especially didn't like her. Was it because she was successful and knew how to market herself? "She really knows how to self-promote" BW said about her with a tiny bit of disdain. She was talked about this way in the community.
She was successful, but people were resentful. Why? Because she was doing what they couldn't accomplish? She could sell out every show and do good PR work, but the entire community looked at her as if she was Anna Karenina. They spoke about her behind her back although she had done nothing but get what she wanted in life. Well, Anna cheated on her husband so it's not a perfect comparison. She was still being treated as if she had done something horrible.
Society likes to think they have evolved since 1877, but the similarities are very strong.
The line that really sticks is when someone is asked if they will call on Anna after the scandal becomes public, stating it wasn't like she broke the law. The lady replies "I'd call on her if she'd only broken the law. But she broke the rules."
There was a girl...a woman actually, only a year younger than herself. She had gone to LA and changed her name, gotten a few acting gigs, but then decided to come back home. She started her own local theatre company, and rented out other spaces to do her performances.
The thing was, she almost always casts herself as the lead and her boyfriend as the male lead. As it was her theatre company, that was her prerogative. However everyone in the community seemed to hate her for it. The BFF especially didn't like her. Was it because she was successful and knew how to market herself? "She really knows how to self-promote" BW said about her with a tiny bit of disdain. She was talked about this way in the community.
She was successful, but people were resentful. Why? Because she was doing what they couldn't accomplish? She could sell out every show and do good PR work, but the entire community looked at her as if she was Anna Karenina. They spoke about her behind her back although she had done nothing but get what she wanted in life. Well, Anna cheated on her husband so it's not a perfect comparison. She was still being treated as if she had done something horrible.
Society likes to think they have evolved since 1877, but the similarities are very strong.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Shavasana
BW said to her "Do you really enjoy going to Yoga with TM teaching
it?"
She replied, "TM runs a really good program. He's a little too Uber Namaste for my taste, and sometimes he doesn't explain the poses well. He actually does Shavasana for like 10, 15 minutes at the end. It's a little too much time sometimes, but it's my alone time so I'm good."
Even though she was driving, she could feel the sarcastic eyebrow raise coming from BW. "The only time you are alone is in a room full of people doing yoga?"
"I live with three other people and two cats, one of which has an attachment problem. Someone is always home, always wanting something from me, or I’m putting pressure on myself to find a job or always be doing something else. During Shavasana it’s like that scene from Hit and Run…I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Later she wondered what exactly Shavasana meant, and looked it up. Literally translated, it is “corpse pose.”
Turns out the only happy time she had when she was playing dead.
She replied, "TM runs a really good program. He's a little too Uber Namaste for my taste, and sometimes he doesn't explain the poses well. He actually does Shavasana for like 10, 15 minutes at the end. It's a little too much time sometimes, but it's my alone time so I'm good."
Even though she was driving, she could feel the sarcastic eyebrow raise coming from BW. "The only time you are alone is in a room full of people doing yoga?"
"I live with three other people and two cats, one of which has an attachment problem. Someone is always home, always wanting something from me, or I’m putting pressure on myself to find a job or always be doing something else. During Shavasana it’s like that scene from Hit and Run…I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Later she wondered what exactly Shavasana meant, and looked it up. Literally translated, it is “corpse pose.”
Turns out the only happy time she had when she was playing dead.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Write and Wrong
With everything else going on, it was easy to see how she was over-reacting to every situation. BW had told her that TM had rejected one of her photos for a set up they were doing just because it was hers. Because she would have wanted to be credited for it.
She was so torn about what do to about TM. He was young, and not as intelligent as he thought himself to be. Young was the perfect word for him. Life had treated him nicely despite his opinion of how downtrodden he thought he was.
He'd been coddled by a lot of people, and for too long. In doing that he had elevated himself to a place in the community that getting on his bad side was unwise, and she found herself there. She didn't feel the need to apologize more than she already had in regards to the situation. She shouldn't have to smooth things over when she was in the right.
She still felt isolated and alone in the community, and felt like this was the nail in her coffin. Maybe she was never meant to make friends or fit in anywhere. She was tired and wanted to stop trying.
She thought of Alessia Cara's "Here" as a friend had said it reminded them of her. The more she listened to it, the more she identified with it.
She was so torn about what do to about TM. He was young, and not as intelligent as he thought himself to be. Young was the perfect word for him. Life had treated him nicely despite his opinion of how downtrodden he thought he was.
He'd been coddled by a lot of people, and for too long. In doing that he had elevated himself to a place in the community that getting on his bad side was unwise, and she found herself there. She didn't feel the need to apologize more than she already had in regards to the situation. She shouldn't have to smooth things over when she was in the right.
She still felt isolated and alone in the community, and felt like this was the nail in her coffin. Maybe she was never meant to make friends or fit in anywhere. She was tired and wanted to stop trying.
She thought of Alessia Cara's "Here" as a friend had said it reminded them of her. The more she listened to it, the more she identified with it.
Friday, October 23, 2015
Du Jour Means Crash Positions
"Our old teacher just called me. They just lost their male actor." He texted.
"She was talking to BW as well. Hopefully he takes it." He said.
"Dirty pig fucker. I wish PJ was available."
"Only because I'm stupid."
"Ugh, this character is like all of my worst traits amplified, plus a pothead"
She sighed and texted back "...she cast you didn't she?"
"She was talking to BW as well. Hopefully he takes it." He said.
"BW won't take it. He knows you will."
"Dirty pig fucker. I wish PJ was available."
"Crazy husband. Did you take it?"
"Only because I'm stupid."
"You are stupid. It's adorable."
"Ugh, this character is like all of my worst traits amplified, plus a pothead"
"You mean like the kind of idiot who would take a role 9 days before opening night?"
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
No Direction
BW talked to the director about her too. Basically said the same thing he said to TM; "She's awesome, stop fucking it up."
The director was driving her crazy. She was singlehandedly letting down the entire female population with her antics. She would say things like "You know how in old movies girls just wanted to be hit?" and would cry at the drop of a hat. She was not directing. She lost it a couple of weeks before opening and brought in the male artistic director of the company to direct for her. She was going to lose us the right to vote.
"The energy feels a lot different than it did with the last one, doesn't it?" PJ had asked her one night about halfway into the run.
"Yes it does," she answered. "The last play actually had a director."
She really just hated the fact that she was stuck not being able to fully do her job.
Right before the run the director had taken her aside and asked what she could do to help. "You have it the wrong way. I'm supposed to be helping you, but you won't let me. You pull in other people, don't ask my opinion, and deliberately change plans after I've told everyone the opposite thing. The next time you direct something, you should really pick a stage manager you trust. I'm not sure what I did to make you not trust me, but clearly you don't."
Not sure if that made it any better, but for what it was worth the director wouldn't be around anymore. It was her show now.
The director was driving her crazy. She was singlehandedly letting down the entire female population with her antics. She would say things like "You know how in old movies girls just wanted to be hit?" and would cry at the drop of a hat. She was not directing. She lost it a couple of weeks before opening and brought in the male artistic director of the company to direct for her. She was going to lose us the right to vote.
"The energy feels a lot different than it did with the last one, doesn't it?" PJ had asked her one night about halfway into the run.
"Yes it does," she answered. "The last play actually had a director."
She really just hated the fact that she was stuck not being able to fully do her job.
Right before the run the director had taken her aside and asked what she could do to help. "You have it the wrong way. I'm supposed to be helping you, but you won't let me. You pull in other people, don't ask my opinion, and deliberately change plans after I've told everyone the opposite thing. The next time you direct something, you should really pick a stage manager you trust. I'm not sure what I did to make you not trust me, but clearly you don't."
Not sure if that made it any better, but for what it was worth the director wouldn't be around anymore. It was her show now.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Two Wrongs Don't Make a CopyRight
She loved photography and taking pictures. She'd felt a deep connection to it ever since her father had introduced her to it. He taught her how to center the main focus of the picture, composition, and tried to teach her F-stops and shutter speeds. Sadly that education had been lost to time, but she still loved taking a good photograph. As technology had progressed, her iphone had told her time and again her storage was full so she couldn't take more pictures. She would frequently do a dump of photos onto her computer so she could start over. She bought tiny little lenses for her phone so she didn't have to lug the big computer around.
She also had the Nikon her father had left her. She became the play historian, taking photos and video. She posted them on her Instagram and on the private Facebook page for people involved in the play. During the last play she noticed her pictures going up on the theatre's public page with no photo credit. She mentioned it the theatre manager (TM) who ran the page. He laughed it off. He laughed off a lot of things that were disrespectful and bothered her. It was starting to become a problem. Even more so when she realized that they had put her photos up on the official web site for the current play. Without permission, without credit. Didn't they teach everyone these things in Kindergarden?
She had her writing stolen several times when she was trying to do freelance. It wasn't okay when complete strangers violated her like this, but someone that she considered a friend? She felt betrayed, double-crossed, stabbed in the back. It really cut her deeply, and she didn't know what to do. A few days later the BFF convinced her to tell her the whole story, in an alley behind the theatre with PJ. With tears it came out, along with the fact that there are certain things she just didn't feel comfortable sharing with the BFF. BFF was upset about that for sure.
But it was her friend BW that ended up saving her. She had gone to him to vent about the situation, and he had talked to the theatre manager, and said "Penny is one in a million and gives her all. Don't fuck it up with her. You need her."
TM had been kissing her ass ever since. BW certainly had a way with people. Out of all the people who she had told about this awful situation, he was the only one who took action to protect her. She wouldn't soon forget that.
She also had the Nikon her father had left her. She became the play historian, taking photos and video. She posted them on her Instagram and on the private Facebook page for people involved in the play. During the last play she noticed her pictures going up on the theatre's public page with no photo credit. She mentioned it the theatre manager (TM) who ran the page. He laughed it off. He laughed off a lot of things that were disrespectful and bothered her. It was starting to become a problem. Even more so when she realized that they had put her photos up on the official web site for the current play. Without permission, without credit. Didn't they teach everyone these things in Kindergarden?
She had her writing stolen several times when she was trying to do freelance. It wasn't okay when complete strangers violated her like this, but someone that she considered a friend? She felt betrayed, double-crossed, stabbed in the back. It really cut her deeply, and she didn't know what to do. A few days later the BFF convinced her to tell her the whole story, in an alley behind the theatre with PJ. With tears it came out, along with the fact that there are certain things she just didn't feel comfortable sharing with the BFF. BFF was upset about that for sure.
But it was her friend BW that ended up saving her. She had gone to him to vent about the situation, and he had talked to the theatre manager, and said "Penny is one in a million and gives her all. Don't fuck it up with her. You need her."
TM had been kissing her ass ever since. BW certainly had a way with people. Out of all the people who she had told about this awful situation, he was the only one who took action to protect her. She wouldn't soon forget that.
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