Take 37...
Friday, July 21, 2006
Another night out till two o’clock in the morning brought the dance troupe closer to their desired goal. However, it wasn’t perfect.
During breaks, they snacked on potato boats, quesadilla wraps, and mozzarella sticks, courtesy of Mom, and discussed their weak points over fruit popcicles up in the kitchen.
“Guys, if we’re going to do this, we have to do it perfectly,” Diana said with authority. “We can’t send in something that’s half-good.”
And so they rehearsed. Fifty times over they rehearsed. They rehearsed through the spotting of a baby mouse on the carpet who ran in dizzy circles around the basement and disappeared under the book shelf. Up, down, around, punch, fall, cheer, hustle, hustle, hustle… until they were able to come through the routine somewhat on the positive side of energy with several rather obvious mistakes. By the time they were sweating like pigs, their brains had revolted and left on vacation. Their motor skills soon followed, bags packed.
“Guys, I am sweating all the way down my back,” Eve said, face shining from the same.
“We need to quit,” Carrie said irritably after another mess-up.
“Oh, come on. We can do it!” Eve rallied.
“But I already have my grumpy face on,” Carrie protested half-heartedly.
Nevertheless, the takes continued until it was time to end the show for the evening to prepare for Culpepper’s, school, Columns, Starbucks, Naperville Daily phone interview, the church office, and everything else the next morning.
“Eve,” Diana asked her as they sprawled themselves over the floor afterwards, preparing to critique the filming, “do you have a black shirt for me to wear to work tomorrow?”
“You mean a clean, black-collared shirt?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, it won’t matter anyway,” Diana laughed, thinking of the strong coffee-smell of Starbucks. “You could stink all over, and you wouldn’t be able to tell in there. You could not take a shower for like an entire week, and no one could tell.”
Meanwhile, the heat of St. Louis seemed to diminish in the wonderful rainy-gray cover of a summer day, Friday morning. Collette sat at her desk at work and felt as though her head might fall over on itself from lack of sleep until a terrific storm and gun-shot lightening drove through. Meanwhile it was decided that another evening of dance rehearsal was necessary for completion of the project. After all, anything to be aired on the Internet for OkGo fans around the world, had to be taken seriously. And Diana had a wonderful interview, expecting to hear confirmation within the week.