My right shoulder still hurts. It was from all that rolling Ian made us do at the Tanghalang Huseng Batute during the first part of our class on Tuesday.

That day, we had to recite our poems one by one in front of the class using two contrasting verbs. After being told by Miss Tess last Friday that we Benildeans were too nice, I still kept "punish" (which I did with Jenny that day) and "soothe". My golly, my poem had too many highfaluting words that I myself got a nosebleed. But we weren't tackling the meaning of the poem, but how we deliver our lines instead. It was quite the biggest challenge yet that I had encountered in the workshop. But it was quite a great challenge. It was better than doing gibberish before in previous workshops. Gibberish was easier, though.


I had to help out producer John Kevlin and Dobi this afternoon at the King and I auditions. Only three people were trying out. There was Calvin, John Arcilla, and Raymond Bagatsing. I had to be Dobi's right hand the whole time, and while it was still early, I got to sit at the table where Calvin and John A were at, and they were gracious enough to include lowly me in the conversation, hahaha.

Anyway, because I was helping out at the auditions, I knew I was going to be late because I was coming all the way from Libis. When we were done, Dobi had offered that I ride with her and John, who will be driven back to his hotel. I thought I'd be intimidated by him because he was this Broadway producer, but he was pretty nice while during the drive back, and we had a good conversation going. Then when he asked if we could drop by a liquor store so he can get those travel bottles. After stopping by a second liquor store without finding any, John had realized that he had lost his wallet. Uh-oh. It meant we had to find it and trace his steps, because my golly, he had everything in there from his money to his credit cards. Dobi had quietly sent me a text message apologizing that I will be uber late for my workshop class because we can't possibly leave John in that situation, but I didn't really mind then. To our relief, we managed to get the phone number of the Starbucks John and Liza had gone to before the auditions, and his wallet was there. Yay! So we managed to get it back then we drove him back to his hotel.

After settling all money concerns with Dobi while we were still in the car, she had asked Kuya Noli (the driver) to drive me all the way to CCP. Yay, I don't have to take a cab, plus I was uber late enough already. Thanks, Dobi!

I arrived at CCP when our class was halfway done. They were still doing the poems when I got to the Main Theater lobby, so I quietly joined them. It took most of the rest of the time to finish everyone's poems, then Miss Tess took out the script of Our Town and did a read-through with Ian, Nicco and Julia.

Auditions for the showcase will be tomorrow! And I have no idea what role to try out for. Then while we were eating at Pancake House after class, Nicco reminded me that I should audition for something and I shouldn't hold back anymore. Argh... I don't know what role. All I know is that I don't feel like playing a guy, because most of the roles are male, and our class is mostly composed of females.

Oh well, we'll see what happens.