Whether the weather....

It has been far too long since my last blog. Let me clue you in.
The show has been amazing. My fellow Greasers and I have enjoyed this incredible run, but... I can only speak for myself. Someone recently told me that, no matter what age you are... at some point in musical theatre, you WILL do Grease. Can they actually say that this experience is the same as the others? Fuck no! Perhaps it is one of those, "been there, done that", musicals but have you ever done it like this? I do not think that it will ever be done quite like this again.
On that note, when did it become acceptable that all theatre productions should mirror the previous ones? I mean sure, you can play it safe and do Grease just as it has been done EVERY TIME before. How fucking boring! I mean does no one know any of us by now? Do we NOT prove to you that real talent has balls and guts????
Our Grease is probably the most interesting piece of theatre that I have actually had the privilege of being apart of. Scott Miller took us all under his wing and led us to create a timeless piece of theatre that is sooo completely misunderstood in this time.
My biggest question is not whether or not you were pleased by our performance, but more so if you think we actually gave a shit. Listen, if you want "poppy" everyday, predictable story lines, then by all means........ STAY HOME AND WATCH THE MOVIE!!!! But if you want intrigue and creativity, then come watch us do what we do best. (And by the way, if you cannot tell the grammatical difference between whether and weather or then and than, well thats not my fucking problem)

Whether the weather is cold....
Whether the weather is hot....
We'll do this production....
Whatever the weather....
Whether you like us or not!

Opening Night!!!

Well last night was our first run with an audience (officially not opening night til tonight though). Everything went sooo well! The audience was not as responsive as I would have hoped, but afterward, they seemed to embrace the show completely. Everything went off without a hitch, even though I knew that everyone was a bit antsy. I don't think we were nervous about how we would perform, but more so for how the audience would react to our performances. So far so good! Oh, and we beat the presale mark by almost double, breaking new lines original record of 210 tickets sold before opening (for Chicago) with a brand new record of 405!!!
I can't believe how much I have totally enjoyed this show. At dinner last night, Scott Miller and I were talking about how sometimes, after you stage a show that has movie version attached to it, you just don't appreciate the movie version as much anymore. I LOVED the movie Grease growing up but now, I love THIS Grease sooo much better. I am so happy to have been apart of this production. I have learned so much and this cast rocks. I am truly gonna enjoy the next eleven runs of this show.

P.S. I totally stopped by Jack in the Box on the way home last night and got some curly fries that I shared with my dog!! Ha Ha! Maybe I should have eaten something small at Tucker's oops!

Toodles,
Isabel

ZZZZZZ....

Well it is now about 2:11 pm on Tuesday afternoon and I am officially exhausted. I even had TWO cups of coffee this morning (I hardly ever drink caffeine) and rambled on and on from about 7 am to about 10:30 when I finally started to come down from my caffeine high and then began to get depressed that I was no longer giddy like a school girl. Oh, and I have a headache. So that's my little bitch fest. Now on to more important things. Last night we staged the show with all the fixin's. It was somewhat intimidating through the beginning of Act I but by Act II, I started getting used to the costumes.
Man oh man! Scott wasn't kidding when he said we should feel exhausted at the end of each run! Running back and forth backstage, zipping through costume changes and dancing for the enjoyment of our audience sure takes its toll! I had an absolute blast though. I hope tonight feels even more comfortable although I will be missing my Doody very much. What am I gonna do without you? I guess I will just have to talk to myself a lot.... ok back to my day job I go!!

Toodles,
Isabel

Less than a week!!! I'm All Choked Up!!

On Friday my stress level was slightly high. I still hadn't found four of my costumes and I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with my hair! I was really freaking out about how much time we have left before we open. In less than one week, we will finally get to share our little show with all of you. I sorta feel like we are letting you come into our little dysfunctional family home, and allowing you to share a couple of days with us.
Every time I step into the ArtLoft, I see another part of our show coming together. I think its my favorite part of this whole process. I love watching everything behind the scenes. I feel sorta special to be there watching the last touches of paint getting added to the set, the costume racks being set up upstairs, the lights being cued for every scene and the band come together to work on the music. Oh and its sooo much fun to find new little props for us to use!
Its amazing to me how much all of these things add to my character. I know that if all else fails, I will be transformed completely into Frenchy on Thursday night. I picture myself sitting at my dressing table after applying the last touches of hair and make-up, taking a deep breath and getting ready to get on stage as French. Its so exciting I could cry!! So, I did find my costumes (and adore them) and I think the only thing that I have right now, are exciting and nervous feelings. As I work on getting that right formula that is Frenchy, I get chills. I am so close to becoming her that she feels so much apart of me now. Scott Miller, you were right. I AM Frenchy.

xxoxx
Isabel

Fact... or Friction?

There I was, driving down the lonely two lane road. The rain was poring down and you could here the crackle of thunder off in the distance. It was too much for me to be driving at night by myself in my Grandpa's Chevy, but I had my secret lover Klyne with me. Neither one of us was prepared for what was to happen next.
Out of the blue and faster than the speed of light, a black car with red trim came flying by from our left! It must have been going at least 120 mph! It hit a slope and flew through the air for what seemed like eternity. When I finally focused my vision I realized it was Grease Lightning! From the passenger window we could barely make out Rizzo holding a bottle of beer and cackling an evil laugh. The realization came too late. We collided with each other as if we were polar opposites attracted by a magnetic force we could not deny. Klyne shouted, "Frenchy! Stop! Its... its Grease Lighting!" My small Chevy had entered the losing side of an epic battle.
The two cars smashed into each other! We flew in one direction and Grease Lighting skidded to a stop after doing four 360 turns. When I finally looked up from the steering wheel, I saw Roger emerge from the drivers side hootin and hollerin. I slowly got out of the crushed can that used to be my family car and looked at Roger. He said, "Holy shit French did you see that! Rock N' Roll!" That's how the events of that fateful night went down. Don't ever let anyone tell you different.

French

Oh costume day, oh costume day...

This past Saturday I got home at about 9am after a night of debauchery with my friends. I knew I had to take a nap because I had a 1:30 costume appointment with Russ at his shop. I ran home, took a shower and napped until about noon. At about 1:20 I arrived at Russ' amazing costume shop. There were literally hundreds and hundreds of costumes from different time periods all around me! I could transform myself into a fifties "teenage doll" or a sixties "Bond girl" with every different costume I found.
Upon arrival, I bumped into Jeff Wright and Kine Brown. Kine had just finished finding all of her costumes and from her expression, I knew that it had not been an easy task. The Pink Ladies have seven separate costume changes!!! That's right seven, in a two hour show! We are going to have to pull some miracles backstage.
In the shop Russ was running back and forth trying to accommodate for all the people who he had to dress. Katie Nestor and I arrived at about the same time and we soon realized the daunting task of dressing this fantastic show. I myself, wanted to try on just about every costume that could possibly fit me. Is it wrong would you say , that I am 25 years old and still love to play dress up?
My first goal was to find an awesome prom dress. The first two I tried on were to die for but unfortunately, I was a little too top heavy for them. The third one, was a perfect fit. A simple tea length skirt on a sleeveless black dress. I pictued myself turning and twirling all over the stage. After Russ helped me locate long balck gloves and black patent leather stiletto pumps for it, I knew it was the perfect outfit. The dress moved with me and I could move with it. Add some fake eyelashes and a bouffant hairstyle and I am going to be a fifties prom princess. EVERY guys gonna wanna take to me into the backseat of his daddy's car baby!
For the next hour, I would search relentlessly for the right "Frenchy" outfits. I found a pink dress and sweater set which was so cute and fun, and also a green skirt, white blouse and peach sweater that just screams Frenchy. We ran out of time before I could find my other three costumes (excluding the nightie for the pajama party) but I can't wait to see what Russ and I come up with the next time we meet! In all, I must have tried on about sixty outfits and as soon as I get a breast reduction... I'm wearing them all!

How I got my nickname, Frenchy

Doody may not remember the first time we really met, but I do. It was during the summer of 1947. My mother and I had just moved back to the city a few years earlier. We had planned to go to the park with Marty and her mom. While our mom's were talking and Marty was off flirting with the older boys, I saw him. I had just come down the slide and he was standing at the edge of the sandbox. He looked so timid and nervous, but I new when I saw him he was the only boy for me. Seeing as how I have never really been a really shy person (and given the fact that I was only almost seven) I did the only thing I knew how. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to look at me, I kissed him. I stuck my tongue into is mouth like I had seen in all the movies. It was just like a dream! My mother screamed, everybody laughed and Doody ran away. My mother said, "Come on Frenchy, let's go home." and it stuck. I wonder if Doody remembers???