So I spent all friday night – or was it saturday night, or both? – transposing the title song from Cabaret. I turn up to rehearsal today only to find out it shouldn’t have been transposed at all – it was in the right key to begin with. This is not just a case of me being clumsy, I was told over and over I was to rush through this transposition (ie. spend my weekend doing it). Deep breaths. I’ll get through this surge of emotion.
Also, at rehearsal today one of the cast apologised for ‘taking his frustrations out’ at me last rehearsal. I didn’t really notice. Oh well.
This has been overshadowed by the news that i’ll be musically directing a show I really love this summer break. I’m very excited, even though it means i’ll be spending my birthday weekend in a theatre auditioning people. Oh well – the price you pay.
Let me remind you that a podcast is on its way – I just need a block of a few hours to edit it together, and I’d rather not start it now.
How does someone get to the point of continually tell you a song needs transposing when it doesn’t? These people have done this kind of work before right?
What a nice birthday present for you – something you love to do.