I believe I promised pictures. Well, I lied. You only get one.
Anyway, the show ran for two weeks (nine performances-- which is a lot for a Sondheim show, as theater people can tell you), and some members of the faculty from my university came to the performances.
One such faculty member was the woman who teaches the section of World Geography that meets before my class.
I get to class early (because I have an irrational fear of being late...but that's a post for another day), so she was still in the room, getting her things together.
And she was staring at me.
A professor staring at you is always unnerving, so I started racking my brain, trying to figure out what I had done to this woman to make her stare at me. I couldn't think of anything.
She walks up the aisle to where I'm sitting--I mean, she's pushing in front of students, standing in the middle of my row.
She leans over and asks me, "Were you in that play?"
"Yes, ma'am, I was."
"You were the pot girl, weren't you?"
In my scene, my character has just smoked pot. That's pretty much what the whole scene is about.
"Um, yes, ma'am. That was me."
I told a few members of the cast this at the next performance, and they, naturally, got a kick out of it. And they started calling me Pot Girl. Some of them even addressed me that way on their notes to me at the end of the show.
Pot Girl was hardly the endearment that I'd expected to leave the show with, but I've decided to make the best of it. I'm even working on a superhero idea for Pot Girl. I'm seeing a green costume and flower pot shaped grenades.
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Here's my scene. :) Ain't we cute?
1 comment:
sometimes i think sondheim composes his music by sitting his cat on a piano and and writing the notes the cat walks on, lol
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