Getting a Little More Nervous

So after talking to the director/writer of Sundown the other day, today I am filled with a slowly growing sense of dread. I still have yet to receive a script; I don't even think it's complete. I don't know what my rehearsal schedule is for this week, much less beyond that; he wants me to come down tomorrow (skipping a class, which is partially my fault as I told him I didn't mind missing this class from time to time even though I am a little irritated because it's Greek Myth and I've been enjoying it) to "meet the rest of the cast," which is fine, I dig that, but WHAT THE FUCK. Why don't I have a script? Why haven't you told me exactly when you need me to be somewhere for rehearsal and where to go, for the next couple of days if not the whole period leading up to performance? What the hell is going on?

Perhaps I am overreacting, perhaps everything will turn out fine in the end. It is difficult, however, to remain rational when being faced with the prospect of getting up on a stage in 4 weeks and making a complete ass of yourself. I have been fortunate enough to have worked with relatively professional people to this date; like my friends, I have my share of horror stories (like the time I had to bang a chair on a ceiling, and the director asked me to do it a certain way, so I did it his way...and then the seat of the chair detached and did a swan dive on my face, splitting my lip open quite neatly. Actually, to be precise, it was my teeth that split my lip, resulting in a cute little v-shaped divot. But I digress.), but they tend to be the exception rather than the rule. Morty's can be somewhat last-minute from time to time but having worked with them for a while now I know we can manage. These people I have not worked with before, they don't speak english as a first language and I am, to quote the vernacular, shitting myself.