…will not be as a spaceship, as previously predicted. No, before I get to play the role of two tie fighters, I get to be…drumroll…the Trash Probe.
That’s right. I am a flying trash can. Okay, I’m not it, exactly, I’m “manipulating” it. Everytime the director says “Rachel, could you manipulate the Probe like this” a little piece of me dies. Probably my dignity. My homework assignment is to come up with Trash Probe noises, which I get to make as I manipulate my way around the stage. And I get a line, which I’ve already forgotten – something like “target realized” said like a robot. Like a flying, talking, robotic trash can.
24 hours ago I was embarassed at the thought of being a space ship, and look what happened. I am positively terrified of tomorrow.