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I'm still not sure if I got this in the right category as technically, I don't get paid for either. Mods, bless you if you decide to move it, I'm not gonna be offended. 
I have a situation that I really cannot vent about to my friends since they all seem to be on one side, the other, or just cannot see why we can't all get along (I'm in the third as well).
I'm in a theater troupe, a production company, and a burlesque troupe that is part of the production company. If you're in the Omaha area, you probably know the first. We're known for our dark/industrial/gothic/vampire/bloody/fetish skits. I will say it now, I love it since no one else does what we do. Yeah there are troupes out there that take it hardcore but we put art into it, that is what I love and why I will promote it till I'm told not to by the owner.
The production company I adore since I can finally use my finance/accounting skills and get involved with bands/artists in the area and help to promote their stuff. This includes movies, videos, parties, promotion and anything else they can think of. This is why we say Rome can be built in a day. Oh and being a "talent" piece, I can be in a lot of their work. Gee darn huh? <insert resume additions BING!!!>
The third, the burlesque group is a way to make money for the production company while we girls have fun. It's old school. You get on stage, smile, have fun and take a reasonable amount of clothing off to fun songs inbetween bands. First show was for the Pornhuskers, this time was for a bunch of psychobilly rock with a zombie theme. Pretty simple eh? (Yes as soon as I have the video you guys can see it.)
Back story continued, I was texted by my friend on Thursday to say "Hey we can perform tomorrow if you can help get things together. I trust you and know you can do it." Picture me freaking out. I am at other pratice but don't have any parts coming up so I decide to split my time between watching the skits and texting/brainstorming inbetween. We plan a meeting for afterwards.
Fast forward to 2am. I'm rather tired but have enough diet rockstar and diet pills in me to keep me up for a bit. Between the three of us, we come up with songs, costumes and props. I come up with 5 workable routines since we're supposed to have 5 girls and one ensamble. Costumes go together, friend goes shopping, other friend is texting for me. I curl up almost crying with my stuffed cat but finally get some well needed sleep after busting my ass til 8am.
Given it's Friday the 13th, I should have expected some snags. 2 girls can't do it, outfits aren't easily found, my hair is not dying right, people are getting in to town/off work til just before we're supposed to go on, I'm stressing, my poor other friend doesn't know how to comfort me. Next to last straw was when the organizer called me to say that on top of one band canceling, the other had a car accident. I finally call everyone and say bring what you can, here is what I have for you, try to think of two skits and we'll just go out and rock. Oh, and to bring me xanex.
To make a long story longer, we get there and since I'm out a debit card, I piece together money for a drink. And I quote to my friend "I'm a nervous wreck, I'm freeken exhausted, I'm out of diet pepsi and money. If this doesn't go off as a smashing hit, I'm gonna kill someone...slowly." He didn't doubt me for a minute.
Well aside from being put up first (ACK), the show wasn't bad for 24 hrs planning. I had the play list put together at last, the body bag didn't work the best, my veils weren't in the right place and my friend caught hell from three um observers that were there. That's right, we're doing a strip routine but three people from the other group came to watch to "make sure" we weren't infringing on the other groups property. I wouldn't be so pissed but they knew we were doing this before hand and decided to make a big deal out of it. Oh and telling one of my girls (who we had designed a routine for) that she would look like s**t and would make an ass out of her self because she was so uncoordinated. Nice.
Some how they decided that we were trying to "be" like the other group (Yeah, Michael Jackson and CCR are sooo like we do in the other group) that they had to come bust us. These are the same ones who keep preaching that "teamwork" needs to be there to hold us together. Teamwork if it matches, blargh. I wouldn't be so mad but one is a supposid friend. To quote him, he's just trying to cut the deadwood.
I love both groups. Both allow me to be creative in different ways. I've tried pushing for more burlesque stuff in the first but it isn't dark enough. So, I'm taking it to the other group, no biggy. *shrugs* I guess it is a biggy. Not everything has to result in fetish/death/blood but that's just me. Someone please tell me how stripping into a pair of boyshorts and a merry widdow compares to me being dressed as an animal? *sigh* Sorry, I'm frustrated.
<3
Bunny
P.S. If you want to know, my main number: Me in a skirt, button downed shirt, navy hoodie, merry widdow, red boyshorts, white tights, navy shoes and zombie makeup. I get carried up to stage in a body bag during the intro of Thriller. Break out of it during the first verse, do the burlesque thing to the song, removing the hoodie, shirt, and skirt through the song. Nothing like I or anyone else have done in the other one.
I have a situation that I really cannot vent about to my friends since they all seem to be on one side, the other, or just cannot see why we can't all get along (I'm in the third as well).
I'm in a theater troupe, a production company, and a burlesque troupe that is part of the production company. If you're in the Omaha area, you probably know the first. We're known for our dark/industrial/gothic/vampire/bloody/fetish skits. I will say it now, I love it since no one else does what we do. Yeah there are troupes out there that take it hardcore but we put art into it, that is what I love and why I will promote it till I'm told not to by the owner.
The production company I adore since I can finally use my finance/accounting skills and get involved with bands/artists in the area and help to promote their stuff. This includes movies, videos, parties, promotion and anything else they can think of. This is why we say Rome can be built in a day. Oh and being a "talent" piece, I can be in a lot of their work. Gee darn huh? <insert resume additions BING!!!>
The third, the burlesque group is a way to make money for the production company while we girls have fun. It's old school. You get on stage, smile, have fun and take a reasonable amount of clothing off to fun songs inbetween bands. First show was for the Pornhuskers, this time was for a bunch of psychobilly rock with a zombie theme. Pretty simple eh? (Yes as soon as I have the video you guys can see it.)
Back story continued, I was texted by my friend on Thursday to say "Hey we can perform tomorrow if you can help get things together. I trust you and know you can do it." Picture me freaking out. I am at other pratice but don't have any parts coming up so I decide to split my time between watching the skits and texting/brainstorming inbetween. We plan a meeting for afterwards.
Fast forward to 2am. I'm rather tired but have enough diet rockstar and diet pills in me to keep me up for a bit. Between the three of us, we come up with songs, costumes and props. I come up with 5 workable routines since we're supposed to have 5 girls and one ensamble. Costumes go together, friend goes shopping, other friend is texting for me. I curl up almost crying with my stuffed cat but finally get some well needed sleep after busting my ass til 8am.
Given it's Friday the 13th, I should have expected some snags. 2 girls can't do it, outfits aren't easily found, my hair is not dying right, people are getting in to town/off work til just before we're supposed to go on, I'm stressing, my poor other friend doesn't know how to comfort me. Next to last straw was when the organizer called me to say that on top of one band canceling, the other had a car accident. I finally call everyone and say bring what you can, here is what I have for you, try to think of two skits and we'll just go out and rock. Oh, and to bring me xanex.
To make a long story longer, we get there and since I'm out a debit card, I piece together money for a drink. And I quote to my friend "I'm a nervous wreck, I'm freeken exhausted, I'm out of diet pepsi and money. If this doesn't go off as a smashing hit, I'm gonna kill someone...slowly." He didn't doubt me for a minute.
Well aside from being put up first (ACK), the show wasn't bad for 24 hrs planning. I had the play list put together at last, the body bag didn't work the best, my veils weren't in the right place and my friend caught hell from three um observers that were there. That's right, we're doing a strip routine but three people from the other group came to watch to "make sure" we weren't infringing on the other groups property. I wouldn't be so pissed but they knew we were doing this before hand and decided to make a big deal out of it. Oh and telling one of my girls (who we had designed a routine for) that she would look like s**t and would make an ass out of her self because she was so uncoordinated. Nice.
Some how they decided that we were trying to "be" like the other group (Yeah, Michael Jackson and CCR are sooo like we do in the other group) that they had to come bust us. These are the same ones who keep preaching that "teamwork" needs to be there to hold us together. Teamwork if it matches, blargh. I wouldn't be so mad but one is a supposid friend. To quote him, he's just trying to cut the deadwood.
I love both groups. Both allow me to be creative in different ways. I've tried pushing for more burlesque stuff in the first but it isn't dark enough. So, I'm taking it to the other group, no biggy. *shrugs* I guess it is a biggy. Not everything has to result in fetish/death/blood but that's just me. Someone please tell me how stripping into a pair of boyshorts and a merry widdow compares to me being dressed as an animal? *sigh* Sorry, I'm frustrated.
<3
Bunny
P.S. If you want to know, my main number: Me in a skirt, button downed shirt, navy hoodie, merry widdow, red boyshorts, white tights, navy shoes and zombie makeup. I get carried up to stage in a body bag during the intro of Thriller. Break out of it during the first verse, do the burlesque thing to the song, removing the hoodie, shirt, and skirt through the song. Nothing like I or anyone else have done in the other one.
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