The director finally arrived yesterday after 3 days and handed over the dough and ergo today the progress is a trillion times better for THREE things are done today! Yes, I said three, you read three, as in three bags full one for my master one for my dame and one for... never mind.
It is amazing this language of money. Everyone understands it not matter what race, cast, creed, or nationality they are. It's a magnet for all everything you want, no matter how absurd. Money does not know the word impossible and we want to own that dictionary. What? Misprints in dictionaries are rare, okaaay.
In accordance to that theory I was told to take a backseat (the other us was at Marriott sorting the reception decor) and just watch the show called Making Of The Pain In The Arse Set. And so I did. Of course I intervened quite much but ever so flutteringly.
Chased the wallpaper guy, light guy, this guy, that guy everywhere guy guy, old McMe had a set eeya eeya o! (Oh puhleez, we haven't slept properly for days, we're allowed corny.)
Come 5pm the format is as follows:
he says
he says
he says
he says
Bark, bark
woof, woof
AaaOooooo
whimper, whimper...
Rehearsals begin and I run to Marriott for final touches and pictures. The place looked beautiful!
There is something mystical about weddings before they start. It gifts an inner smile that seeps from the face.
Back then at the theater, exhausted tired and no t-eaten-since-morning. More lists. More discussions.
Watching rehearsals is so much fun! The director is hilarious with his criticism and we can't stop laughing. although poor victims but to tell you the truth none of them look embarrassed or flustered, In fact one of them guys told me, "his cussing is as if there is wind, part of the environment sort."
No matter what, this is an experience we will never forget. For its goods and bads.
Anyway, I'm nodding off so see ya tomorrow.
Yawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn......
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