Save me from the Divas!

Actually, it ain't so bad, but I've been on the bus for a week with these people now, and let me say, they all tour-shocked. They've been on this bus since January, and they have a totally myopic view of the world, now. The bus is cramped and filled to the brim with shit, and each person has their own seat staked out. One person per a two-seat row. And that is basically their home. Except for me. Since I'm new and therefore low-dyke on the totem pole, I am a floater: meaning I have no seat. So far I've been able to sit in my own seat because every day someone hasn't been on the bus for one reason or the other. But sooner or later, I'll have to share a seat with someone, and I'm sure they won't be too happy about it. And it might make them pissy, not because they don't like me, but because they're all, well, tour-shocked. You don't get any space or privacy on this tour. And as for whether they like me or not, I haven't got a clue. Nobody has said much to me one way or the other about anything: Not even the music director had given me any notes until I finally asked him last night. I don't get the feeling I've made a good impression on these people because they haven't said anything one way of the other: you suck or you play great. Usually if you play well, people will tell you. If you suck they won't say a word. So I'm a little paranoid about it.

But nobody cares if I'm a singer or a guitarist, or where I'm from, or if I'm a satan-worshipping pederast. Nobody has really shown any interest at all. All these people do is congregate in their little survivor-esque alliances and talk about this show or about upcoming auditions, or everything theater. I figured I would have charmed all these people by now, but they are way beyond that. They've all lost their sense of humor, too. I know I've joined the tour late and have to figure out how to fit it. If I'd been with them from the start, I'd be just like them. But basically I don't fit it at all. They don't really know me, so they don't get my weird sense of humor or my agressive style of speech.

I gotta go, my time is up on the computer!

Bye!