The Imperator
Jul. 17th, 2006 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerEver met someone completely devoid of a sense of humor? I thought I had too. Then I met my director for a one-act play I'm doing for Silver Spring Theatre's One-Act Festival.
Seriously. We've had three long rehearsals so far, and the man has not laughed or smiled once. Or maybe he has smiled, but there's no way of knowing with that Wilford Brimley Walrus mustache of his. And he says *everything* with the humorless imperativeness of a stage manager on Hell Week. Alan's right, he's not a director. He is... the Imperator!
Speaking of mustaches, he's having me try to grow a goatee. I told him it wouldn't happen. He said try anyway.
Weep. Weep for humanity.
(I just have this visual of Orlando Bloom coming up to me, pointing, and going, "HAW-HAW!")
Seriously. We've had three long rehearsals so far, and the man has not laughed or smiled once. Or maybe he has smiled, but there's no way of knowing with that Wilford Brimley Walrus mustache of his. And he says *everything* with the humorless imperativeness of a stage manager on Hell Week. Alan's right, he's not a director. He is... the Imperator!
Speaking of mustaches, he's having me try to grow a goatee. I told him it wouldn't happen. He said try anyway.
Weep. Weep for humanity.
(I just have this visual of Orlando Bloom coming up to me, pointing, and going, "HAW-HAW!")
