Ruthie Ann Miles Instagram – Part Ten.
We got some awards. We were invited to things.
We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway.
They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly.
Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.)
I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically.
I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing)
the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!!
(I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because)
their flex backfired.
And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut.
So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills.
Life-Friends were made.
Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven.
I learned a lot.
A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships.
I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex.
Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers.
See what I did there?
It’s the show’s name my joke.
Together. Like us. Lovers.
… | Posted on 27/Nov/2023 14:20:47
