The Director called yet another early rehearsal, this one even earlier than the ones before. My mind and body grow weaker with each passing hour. These rehearsals are beginning to run together. I know that the previous one ended at 3:30am but here we are... again. 6:20am and I'm on. The stage crew is already in full swing, banging away at the set, as if they have NO idea of the time. I walk past then in a hurry, so that they will not have time to react to my presents. I don't want to yell at any one but I can feel in brewing inside. My Stress level rises and I'm becoming increasingly more frustrated as the day's seem to grow longer. I often become confused as to the roll I'm expected to play, the loving supportive daughter, the assassinate, child 2, the servant, the driver, the repair woman, the mediator, or the visitor. There are so... many parts and very few players.
