But it was just as cool to look through the program and read people’s bios, many of which said things like, “So-and-so has been collaborating with Terry for 30 years.” Thirty years! I feel like I’ve only been working with (as opposed to against) myself for about ten. Suddenly I found myself itching with inspiration, wanting to inhabit one of those loose Bohemian worlds where artistic projects flow together and apart, and you all grab drinks after play rehearsal.
The problem is, I suck at collaboration. I never liked group work in school, and I pretty much always try to wedge an “I” into “team.”
Myers-Briggs puts me somewhere between introvert and extrovert*, but closer to the former. This means I’m always negotiating our social life with AK, who’s a giant extrovert except for jags of introverted bookwormish-ness. And if I find hanging out sorta tiring, I’m thinking that creating an opera would be hard.
But earlier today, Stephanie texted me, “I’m thinking of adapting something from the commuters into a short film. Would you be into that?”
I’ve known Steph for a dozen-ish years, and we’ve already collaborated on such projects as:
- Working for the Daily Bruin
- Driving to Arizona to see Rent on a whim
- Keeping our apartment very dirty
- Staging a fake press junket
- Making out as Ginger and Mary Anne in The Tempest performed as Gilligan’s Island
- Giving the gift of interpretive dance when we realized we hadn’t gotten our newspaper adviser a going away present
- Throwing Stephen Sondheim a 70th birthday party
- Audio-recording a few stories from The Commuters
So even though part of me is like, Wait, do I have to write the screenplay? I don’t know how to write a screenplay!, I texted back, “Hell yeah!”
I’m hoping that I can just hang out on the sidelines and then get drinks with the cast afterwards. And still be in bed by 11.
*I know you’re all introverts. Extroverts don’t hang out on the blogosphere so much, unless they’re the type who take lots of pictures of themselves at parties and post them on their own little wannabe Perez Hilton blogs. But those aren’t extroverts, they’re narcissists, of which the blogosphere has plenty.