Never work with non-sentient beings...

...that includes animals and children under the age of twelve. Jesus on a stick.

We have two weeks, two rehearsals and nothing is working right. Two songs are gone (with almost no hope of recovering them), I fear the worst for the Nessa/Boq scene in Act II (rehearsed up to "all of my life I've depended on you", several weeks ago, and that's it), and... our Elphaba is refusing to sing.
There are also way too many small children. I can't get on-stage and off-stage easily, because they're blocking everything... I suggested to our Glinda that we cut down the numbers, and she really didn't like the idea.

...She's also refusing to say "Dodo", Glinda's classic flub-up with Toto's name, because she claims it's cheesy. THIS IS OZ, GET USED TO THE CHEESE.

We have no effing costumes, because they're all bloody idiots. Look, Brownies, you need to wear blue and white, just like the REST OF THE CAST THAT PART OF ACT I.
Seriously. The only costume we have? Mine. Nessa's Act I costume is complete, her Act II costume just needs the tights and a few extra bits.

Argh. I'm just... so very, very narked off at this. This is my script, I worked hard on it, I kept only the essential songs and it's butchered like mad. Aaaargh.

I'd better stop now. I need to go channel this feeling of 'rwaaaaaar' into something worthwhile, I guess. >.> Till next time, my lovely readers.