Well Let me see:

I shall try to make this short (Though I don't know how well I will succeed.)

The big thing I have to tell about is Cinderella.

We had planed to do "the little Prince" for the large Ballet-Evening this year. There were problems with the copy rights though, so after a few weeks of rehearsal, we had to find something else to do. Cinderella (Prokofiev's music) was chosen. So, the heavy rehearsals began. I was cast as the prince's friend. Explanation of this plot:

The Prince has a friend, that he grew up with. They are "thick as thieves," and in the town, play the game of "Switched clothes. (So I'M dressed as the prince.) It's Then that He (the True Prince) sees Cinderella, and wants to meet her. So, we go to their house, on the pretence of inviting them to a little soiree (or Ball.) -Really, we're there so that he can get a better look at Cind. And to give him more freedom to do this, I'm still dressed as the prince. (And all the regular stuff happens without us: The Family Dynamics, the old lady who transforms into a fairy, the dress and shoes, and then she too goes off to the ball.) At the ball, No One recognises her, but both the True prince and I fall for her. My roll (not ME... my Role) becomes too infatuated, and try to force her to love me -and she runs away from the ball (leaving the single shoe.) The Prince is Very angry at me, but in the third act, he starts to accept my repentance. We journey around the world (in about 12 minutes :-) looking for the owner of the shoe. Back in our town, we at last find Cind. and only Then, do I explain to the family and all that He is the prince, and I his servant. Prince and Cind. dance a Pas de Deux... and happy end.

So... now you can know what it is to be the friend of the Prince.

Well... about 10 days before the premiere, there was a near-death illness in the family of our Cinderella. And she went home, to spend time while she could with her family. And we (some how) found someone to learn her part, including the things that hadn't been choreographed yet... and we did the premiere. That's when the Really Heavy rehearsals began. Until the day before, I think we all felt that we didn't have enough time, and that it would be a mess. Our last rehearsal was good though, and our premiere went spectacularly. It was better then I dared to hope for.

So... that was very nice. And the 2 reviews that have been in the papers so far have had only good things to say.

And we can breath again, and have a Whole TWO DAYS Free! (It has been a very long time with extra rehearsals.)

Besides that, there is very little to tell. (I have had very little in my life for a month or more.) The spring has come... to be covered by a light, clean snow, like the first one of winter. And then a new spring comes, then more snow, and spring and snow and spring and snow and so on. Today was a spring day ... but that doesn't mean anything.

I am looking forward ever so much to going home for this summer.

And... And... And... if I don't have anything else to say, I should stop writing.

So... I wish you well. (And did you know I have put together a small webpage? Just to have a place to put my poems and things online.)

Everyone smile when you can. Pax
SlyM

Supplemental entry for the log:

Well At this moment, I'm sitting at home, alone after a performance of Bus Station, listening to the radio, (Don Giovanni,) and feeling annoyed. -There is this girl I find interesting... who had recently broken up with her guy... who I knew she was coming to the performance tonight... and was looking forward to talking with her after... and she came with her New guy, and left before I got my makeup off.

SO... there's another relationship I saw as potential -but simply will never come to be. So... I'm irate, and tired of being alone, with my only promise of happiness being when I see wonderful women, who I could see myself getting along with So well, -get into serious relationships with others. (What is comforting about that? the fact that there at least wonderful women out there, even if none of them are interested in me.)

Sigh.

Aside: poor Leporello!

Ah: live from the Metropolitan.