Be careful what you wish for.

So my last post was lamenting my racquetball class. On Monday, after going to the sports doctor and finding out how bad my knees really are, I was told to drop the class. I admit I am a little bummed. Though I was terrible at it, it was growing on me. Also, I was planning my strategies for beating Kristen and April. :) Now I am out of the class.

Today was the first performance of my school tour. Wow, high school is tough. It was a tough crowd and we performed on a set for a Western. Overall, it went well. I was really nervous. So nervous that I stressed out the tour manager and he hid from me for the rest of the show. He is a very calming presence but not calming enough to help a nervous director. I guess I also told him to go make the actors stop the pre-show and move on, he just never came back. I have new empathy for Allen, the guy who directed Apple Shampoo. I remember seeing him at one point walk up to a wall and then repeatedly bang his head against it. That's what I felt like doing at times during today's show. The actors, in their defense, did a very good job. It's nerves and the lack of control.