After last night's tech run, we decided that the show should be renamed Fuck You, Snow Days!
To clarify, this was decided in the production meeting, not while the students were still at the theatre.
Monday's run wasn't all that bad, but last night I just wanted to hide my head in the hay. And hay can really make my eyes itch, so it was bad enough for me to be willing to subject myself to a different pain. Of course, as Monday's run was okay, it is possible that they will all step up tonight. Possible.
My work list is waaaaaaaay too long for the day before opening, though. If we'd had those six rehearsals we missed, it would at least be more manageable. I'm not really one to complain about not having had enough rehearsal after a full rehearsal schedule, but it turns out that I am one to complain about a forced missing of a week and a half of rehearsals. Cripes!
It opens tomorrow night. And you know what that means? That's right, only my stage manager has to watch it every time after that.
(Let's hope there's a follow-up post to this one, eh?)
((PS We have internet at home again. Therefore, if I stab anyone with a knitting needle, it will make the police report.))
UPDATE: 5:15pm
I just walked into the theatre while a girl, who was looking at our set, said "This is going to be so amazing, seeing this come to life after we've spent all this time stuyding it."
And I remembered: art is about perspective. No matter what happens with this show, there will be audience members to whom it means something important. That what they see on stage makes what they imagined while studying more real, whether they agree with this production or not. That they are watching their peers on stage, allowing them to know that they can have such an opportunity. That many of the choices we made in this production, though not new to me, will be wildly new ideas to those in our audience.
So, rehearsal hasn't started yet and who knows how it will go tonight, but there are invisible benefits that I have to trust.
Beyond the invisible, I have tangible and edible chocolate.
Posted by Ida at January 25, 2007 11:13 AMUgh, I hear that. I lost two rehearsal days myself, which doesn't sound that bad (and certainly nowhere near as bad as your loss), but that accounted for 25% of my pre-tech rehearsal schedule. Fortunately, my cast right now is the least of my worries.
Instead, I'm sweating and staying awake at night pondering such questions as:
- Will I have something resembling a finished set by opening?
- How much money am I willing to spend on props that I won't turn in for reimbursement?
- Will my Stage Manager and Sound Operator (who also happens to be the theatER's Production Manager) keep from tearing each other's hair out by the roots?
- Will the Sound Designer be able to finish the sound cues by tonight?
- Will the CD I ordered from Amazon yesterday afternoon arrive in time today for me to rip the two music tracks I desperately need to both finish the sound design (see above) AND prevent one of my actors from having an anxiety induced coniption fit?
But, hey, other than that, things are sailing smooth as glass...
Posted by: COMTE at January 25, 2007 12:01 PMWhere's my share of that chocolate. I don't need the art.
Posted by: ian at January 26, 2007 01:20 PMI almost called you when I bought the chocolate to say that I was stealing your weekly dessert option, but I decided that was just mean.
(The chocolate was delicious--dark with ginger bits...and the run even went well...ish.)
Posted by: ida at January 26, 2007 01:46 PMIf you stab anyone with knitting needles now, it'll make the police report!!
Oh, wait, you already... um...
Hum.
Crap.
{hiding the knitting needles now...}
Posted by: Yellow D. at January 26, 2007 06:49 PM