You can't do everything at once.
But I can try.
My cabaret show "Unbreak My Heart" starts next week. I have to be ready.
I've been finalising the script and rehearsing with pianist Emma.
Memorizing the song lyrics and the patter, during my daily walks.
Thinking about my outfit for the show.
Trying not to check the booking site obsessively, looking to see how many tickets have been sold.
Doing daily singing practice and vocal exercises (throughout the day, whenever I can remember to)
Attempting to edit sound-effects for the show, on my computer.
Selecting songs for "ambient music" to be played as audience members arrive.
Remembering to eat a healthy, moderate diet so as to lose the weight I gained on holidays.
Trying not to drink too much, despite the fact that it is now cabaret season, and a glass of wine is part of the experience.
Going to the gym when I can, trying to firm up my upper-arms.
Trying to drum up business for my business, as I have been away and now I have no work.
Tidying up the messy lounge room after some work that was done in our house.
And promoting the show.
I've sent out 500 flyers and 100 posters. Done four radio interviews (not bad for someone who once had a phobia about doing this), and one TV show (screened twice). Written a press release and sent it to every email address on the Cabaret Fringe Press list. Sent out nineteen blog posts.
All my friends are sick of hearing me talking about the show. I pull flyers out of my bag and shove them into people's hands.
I take part in two preview shows, where Emma and I perform several songs from the show. This is a valuable opportunity. You think you know a song, then a line of lyrics can vanish. You miss an entry that you thought was solid. You imagine that when you go on stage you'll feel great, but when you actually get into that spotlight you find yourself standing rigidly and your hands feel like blocks of wood. I hadn't had a performance opportunity for six months, and it is great to get on stage again and remember what it feels like.
Emma and I now know what we need to practise, to get ready for Opening Night.
But I can try.
My cabaret show "Unbreak My Heart" starts next week. I have to be ready.
I've been finalising the script and rehearsing with pianist Emma.
Memorizing the song lyrics and the patter, during my daily walks.
Thinking about my outfit for the show.
Trying not to check the booking site obsessively, looking to see how many tickets have been sold.
Doing daily singing practice and vocal exercises (throughout the day, whenever I can remember to)
Attempting to edit sound-effects for the show, on my computer.
Selecting songs for "ambient music" to be played as audience members arrive.
Remembering to eat a healthy, moderate diet so as to lose the weight I gained on holidays.
Trying not to drink too much, despite the fact that it is now cabaret season, and a glass of wine is part of the experience.
Going to the gym when I can, trying to firm up my upper-arms.
Trying to drum up business for my business, as I have been away and now I have no work.
Tidying up the messy lounge room after some work that was done in our house.
And promoting the show.
I've sent out 500 flyers and 100 posters. Done four radio interviews (not bad for someone who once had a phobia about doing this), and one TV show (screened twice). Written a press release and sent it to every email address on the Cabaret Fringe Press list. Sent out nineteen blog posts.
All my friends are sick of hearing me talking about the show. I pull flyers out of my bag and shove them into people's hands.
I take part in two preview shows, where Emma and I perform several songs from the show. This is a valuable opportunity. You think you know a song, then a line of lyrics can vanish. You miss an entry that you thought was solid. You imagine that when you go on stage you'll feel great, but when you actually get into that spotlight you find yourself standing rigidly and your hands feel like blocks of wood. I hadn't had a performance opportunity for six months, and it is great to get on stage again and remember what it feels like.
Emma and I now know what we need to practise, to get ready for Opening Night.
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