Today, Andrew and I had to go pick up Ora at her hotel, and take her to Frick fine arts. She wanted to see some of the seminars. Andrew and I hung out and met S. Epatha Merkerson. After the seminar, we went to the Carnegie music hall to get the dressing rooms set up. After we did that we brought over Ora’s clothes as well. We wanted to make sure she had all her stuff, so we could sneak away at some point and not have to stay for the entire concert.
After we got the dressing rooms set up, we went to have lunch at the union grill, and then Geri called. She wanted a copy of the itinerary. I told her the only one that I have is the one that Gail put together. I said, that I was at lunch now and we just ordered food, and she said okay no problem enjoy your lunch. Gail’s itinerary was what she wanted, and when we got back to the music hall. We had to make more copies of the itinerary. I met with Cassandra Wilson and she needed the lyrics to every song she was singing, because she knows them but in case she forgets. I had to print those out as well.
After we did that, we were told to stuff programs, and we then were able to enjoy a bit of the rehearsal, then we went to get changed for the reception and concert.
At the reception, a student musician was being a diva because he didn’t want to play for his award, and he didn’t want to play or accept his award in the cloister. Well we had to move to the auditorium and no one was happy that the student was calling the shots, neither was Dean Cooper.
After the reception, we went to the music hall, and the doors were about to open, so we started making sure people at the right comp tickets. Andrew was there to help, but I am sure he felt over whelmed. I am typically the one who likes all the event stuff.
My only assignment was to get Pitt Arts to the right section, and rip their tickets. Once I did, everyone assumed that I was part of the box office, so I ripped tickets and told people the direction of their seats. Not what I wanted to do or what I was expected to do.
Finally, everyone was inside and at their seats. I met with Eileen Twigger, a woman who I was e-mailing back and forth. I told her who I was and she gave me a big hug and asked me for my resume. I said I would e-mail it to her first thing on Tuesday. The jazz studies office would not be on Monday. She laughed.