I hate the fucking theatre. I should have trusted my first instinct and stayed away from this play. I should always trust my first instincts, and i seldom do. I did this play not because i wanted to act, but because i would get a chance to play guitar on stage and sing. Singing was secondary to the arrangement of my own song and singing it to my own accompaniment, and i just had that taken away from me. One week before the show and the director decided the song wasn’t “working” with the guitar, so he brought in a pianist. I have never in my life had to sing for/with a pianist before, i don’t know the song for the rhythm of the piano arrangement, and i hate theatre. And it’s got to work in the next 9 days because then the show opens. Except, i don’t care. The minute my director told me to put down my guitar, however apologetic he might have sounded, he flicked a switch in my brain from on to off. On was enjoying the show, coming to rehearsal ready to try new things, practicing my song every day on my own time so it would sound good that night. I have none of that now, and it might seem unprofessional, but isn’t it a bit more unprofessional to totally change my song leaving me only a week to learn it again? Yeah, i thought so too…