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Friday, March 03, 2006

Memoirs of a Scriptwriter

The title is such because I nearly died finishing the script. Don't misunderstand me. I love writing the script. It's evolved to become my baby. Of course Weslie deserves equal credit, or more, in fact. But to put "baby", "me" and "Weslie" in the same sentence would sound SO TOTALLY WRONG.

I shudder to think the reaction, should I ever have said that sentence out loud. To an audience. Which of course I won't. (Do pardon any part of my sense of humour that I have displayed here.)

Okay, let's move on.

Anyway, the opportunity cost of writing this script, is playing pool with choir friends! And (sort-of) free pool lessons from Zhou Rui Hong! And yes, Zhou Rui Hong, as you're reading this, you are not entitled to call me "AP" for not participating in a choir outing, because right now I'm at home slogging away to finish this script

Which I did, but not without the bloody printer jamming so many times. But now it's complete. Now my concerns are:

Is it going to be approved by the masses?
Are the leads going to be comfortable with the script? ( I had to edit some romantic scences.)
Is the script going to fill up a 50 minute slot?
Is it going to work with the choreography?
Where to get the props? And costumes?
How the hell is the entire choir going to move around the stage without chaos breaking out?

That, and a million other questions. Paranoia can kill. I think I better rest.

♥ The lights faded at 4:35 pm