The Phocian has the patience of a god

"Yesterday's rehearsal was terrible, and we needed that, but today's rehearsal was terrible and we didn't." Yeah, that about sums it up. Our run of Act II sucked more than a drunk cheerleader, and that's a lot of cock. It was one of those things that, when it was over, we knew it was coming, and The Phocian knew we knew it was coming, so he spared us. Not too much opprobrium was heaped, thankfully. The rest of rehearsal went really well (at least I think it did), I think partially because we all knew that we had to make up for the crap that we just put under The Phocian's nose. We worked some scenes and talked about motivations and all that good stuff, but my favorite part was when I really talked with the man that plays The Father and The Phocian about "the scene" and all the dynamics of it. For so much of this, I've just been taking my cues from other people, and when the three of us were talking, I finally felt that I had something to say that was actually worth saying. I must be growing.

Moral of the story: I know that you can't have an "off day." It's balls to the wall the entire time; don't let there be a need for heaping of any sort. And finally, one "F" that wasn't on the original Fifth Sun list......

Fuck Opprobrium