Second edit complete and. Feeling pretty good about my power. I may not have the words memorised to every song but after this edit I can at least hum all my melodies, and no where all the ensemble cast bits are. All musical jokes. Any thing that is acapella. What instruments are the feature in each songs and when and where they begin to play. Where all the scenes are that have music as the backdrop for the dialogue but no singing. Where every character theme, and other themes play during the musical. Not bad for one week. Not bad at all. Now comes the fun stuff. How many songs did I write.
Monday, 27 April 2015
Friday, 24 April 2015
So here we are again. One week in since last post. Not bad for a second edit. But before I get into that lets talk about something else. So i did the first edit format, and so far no complaints. In fact the more I look at it the more I'm glad a friend of mine sent me a copy of a play so I can see how musicals are formatted. It actually looks way better than what I had. Which just flat out didn't work. Very unprofessional.
So my journey through the second edit begins with my paroanoia. See the plan was to read through it and find out where the hell anything with music actually was in the play. I wrote it. And edited it once. So in theory I really only read it once and that first read was to format it and get rid of most spelling errors. That amounts to.... I have no clue what's going on music wise other than the songs I wrote.
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Within the zipper of this mystical blue artifact is the key to ultimate awesome. A power that extends so far it could destroy a mere human. But no need to fear I am not your typical human. I'm not even close to being that avearage. Much less in fact. Okay okay, all jokes aside what this binder does hold is my musical. Yes you read right. In the past few weeks. Six to be precise I have written a musical. Dance numbers songs and all. As of today I actually finished and printed my first edit.
Saturday, 4 April 2015
“Yeah the fact that I’m not out is always a problem,” I listened to the line, well in my head I was texting someone who said they had like the maddest crush on me and we were talking about dating and stuff like that. It was never going to happen. They were not out. But they seemed nice enough to be a friend with. And furthermore hot enough to have crazy animal wild beastly sex with. And we were having normal conversation which is a rarity amongst most guys who hit me up. Apparently the only sentences in existence are the type that explain the sexual deeds one wants to do to me. That is a blog post all on it's own--soon come. Back to the point though, I’m reading this line thinking what is wrong with these people. They are always so genuinely shocked this is a problem. Fucking idiots.