When we first arrived in Paris and word got out that I wouldn’t be
doing extensions, I expected backlash from my colleagues. Oddly enough, one
person thanked me because he felt it meant that there would be no extensions.
Everyone else seemed to understand. At least that’s what they said to me.
Then, when the possibility of extensions was revived and I
was still putting up a fight, I thought for sure I would get an earful. In the
past, I’ve heard the unkind conversations about others who have stood their
ground about being paid for their work. Only what ended up happening is that,
during the meeting, people started sticking up for me. They started saying how
it would be so strange without me. Or that it really would be better to finish
all together. That afternoon, another colleague said that I couldn’t be
replaced. And right before the show, on the day of the infamous meeting, the
guitarist came up to me and said he was so happy I would be staying after all.
I told him it wasn’t settled just yet. Then he said that he hoped I would. The
show wouldn’t be the same without me, and that without my act, the show
wouldn’t be as good. And a friend who saw the show that night said it would
take two people to replace me with all I do. I took that to be a huge
compliment.
For so long I have heard from my bosses, specifically the
tour director and the director, that I can be replaced*, that we’re all
replaceable... and suddenly I seem to be a genuinely important part of this
show... it’s a pity I didn’t feel this way until so late in the game. But I’m
glad it’s happening before I go.
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