Being an actor is hard. And it’s not just the uncertainty of future employment, the crazy hours, and constant moving. Just being on stage is hard. It’s hurting feet, tired voices, and sweltering heat. And learning the damn show can be a feat in and of itself.
Yesterday, I opened a kids show. Which is usually no big deal, but we only had like twenty hours to rehearse the thing. And some of the songs are super wordy. I learned the show, no big deal. But there have been times when I thought my head was going to explode if anyone wanted me to learn another lyric.
One of those shows was Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. The girls in that show don’t have a huge amount to do, but with the show I was performing while we were in rehearsal, I was super overwhelmed. And there’s the song with the color list.
It was red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ocher and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and grey and purple and white and pink and orange and blue!
It’s a lot. So I did a very despicable or very smart thing. I asked, no begged, the music director to let me be a soprano in the show. Not because I was dying to sing a bunch of As. But because the soprano color list is: Red, yellow, green, brown, ahhhhhhhhhhhh…… Ahhhhhhh. Blue!
I had to look up the full list of colors to write this blog because to this day I still don’t have it memorized. So when I want to scream at a wordy kids show song, I just remind myself that it is lyric karma. I skipped the color list. I’ll just have to sing about tidying the room ad nauseam to repay my cosmic lyric debt.