watch out: rotary audience. valium?

last night, we had to play for a group of snotty rich assholes. and as the audience is so close to us in this production, we could hear every single word they said. and they commented all the time. rude. not funny. fucking personal. like a bunch of yobs on a class trip. I was so distracted that I couldn't even decide what made me angrier: the fact that they showed absolutely no respect for what we were trying to do, or the fact that I let them get to me. I tell you, something like this makes you so feel cheap. it sucks. we all reacted quite strongly to them, so a lot of frail scenery doors were slammed, and the angry scenes worked effortlessly. the whole time I couldn't help but think: "what the hell, I know the play, I am not doing this for myself. and if you don't care one tiny little bit, why did you come and buy the whole show, anyway? just to show us you could? fucking bullies!".

and in the end, they presented us with flowers, telling us how amazingly wonderful they had found the evening. how would they know? they hadn't even listened. none of us wanted the bloody bouquets, but still, we smiled politely and accepted gratefully. I gave mine to the set decorator later.

she is nice.