southern california. university of california, berkeley. english/rhetoric major. introspective, perceptive, detail-oriented, memory keeper, sometimes wannabe writer. razor tongue. mostly gold and therefore golden.
memoryorbits.tumblr.com, the writing journal
fandumbtalk.tumblr.com stupid shit fangirl-ish
pcn kick-off reminded me just how much time has passed since pcn 2011. i can go on and on about why pcn is very close to my heart, but i really won’t because then i’ll be gross.
but holy shit! i’m fucking stage manager. right now i’m all stoic and chill and shit, but i’m freaked out of my mind. i need to not suck ass at my job. i need to be on top of my game. i need to breathe and remind myself that i am capable.
i’ve only called cues once for approximately two minutes. that was some scary ass shit. i never had to call cues in high school. our theater was definitely not all pimped out and fancy. we could only do two things with our lights: heighten or lower the intensity. lololol we also had follow spots. we did it low rent at bhs.
but anyway, i’m trying to remember the details of how last year went, but it’s really starting to hit me just how much work it really was. i went from being in a team of two, to now a team of four. how on earth did we survive that? urghhhh. at least now i don’t have to do all those stage diagrams by myself.