Tracks to Clementine

Ida has ADD

So I'm in rehearsal during the day now, which rules because I don't have to be there until, like, 11am. What's hard for me is that I am accustomed to neither sitting still nor keeping my mouth shut, which I mostly have to do as an ASM.

To whit:

Front Room Version
Ida is patiently watching actors and giving lines. She agrees to make copies. She remembers the copy code. She finds the cd's. She turns off the TV. She knows when the video call is. She has directions to the shop. She is polite to the staff of the host theatre. She has an extra pencil. She laughs at appropriate moments.

Back Room Version
Xanadu! Xanadu-ooo-ooo! Now we are here (now we are here) in Xanadu-oooooooo! I've got to get some roller-skates. Oh, hey what if I have the kids meet a character who just comes in with a briefcase and in that briefcase there is a sandwich? No you can't fool the children of the revolution, no you can't fool... I really hope Lauren agrees to be the production manager. I'd better email her today. Oh, wait, and I need to email Sharon, too. Where can I get roller skates? What if the ice baby melts into the letter from Papa? I wonder if there's a kind of ink that only appears when the paper gets wet?

See what I mean? But maybe it isn't attention deficit. Maybe it's attention surplus.