Well Skanks and Losers, it's time for yet another show with New Line. The Lizard couldn't be happier about it! I LOVE New Line with all of it's drama and weirdness. What a great theatre company.
Scene:
Scotty (the big boss Director) pounded on my front door and begged me on bended knee with tear in eye, to choreograph the phone sex number for "Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll". I immediately said, "Um, Gosh, I don't know. I'll have to think about it." As I started to close the door, he tore it off the hinges, grabbed my leg and said "Please! Please! Please! Oh god please....We simply won't sell any tickets without your supreme choreographic knowledge." Then he completely broke down, started to hyperventilate. I kicked him two or three times in the ribs to regulate his breathing. At this point, he begged for mercy and my expertise of course. I said, "How pathetic. If you stop sniveling I may consider." Another fast kick to the abs. After Scotty crawled to the doorstep and gave several offers to wash my car (with his tongue), I whispered in his ear "okay, B-hotch".
So, sue me. My dream has always been to write Soap Operas. Geez. Erica Kane rocks!!!
Reality:
Scotty has always been a gentlemen to me. Thanks Scott. You know I'm always ready and willing to choreograph for New Line!
So now I have to research phone sex...bummer...
Can't Blow My Mind
"Ain't Got No Grass" from HAIR with New Line.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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