Now's not the time to blog.
The play last night was, well, interesting. Honestly, I don't think I've ever left a performance feeling so flabbergasted. Flustered. Fluked.
I mean here's the deal - we've been working on this show for MONTHS. A long time. We rehearse the crapola out of this thing, and then on our second night of our third opening it literally falls to pieces?!? There's no explanation. None. We are all strong, hard-working, disciplined and thinking people. We know this stuff inside and out.
Maybe it's the inevitable.
But I don't believe that - look at valeting. It's not like you can just show up to work one day after months of doing the same somewhat monotonous activity and say "oops. well, crashed that Bentley. sorry" nope. There's no room for oopses. No mistakes. Every Bentley is the first Bentley you've ever driven, no matter how off you feel.
That's the thing - we weren't off.. it was just weird. And it wasn't one or two of us - maybe that's the chemistry of the thing, we spend so much time together that when one or two of us recognizes the ship sinking, we all recognize it collectively, grab our life jackets and plug our noses.
I think that's what happened. We kept afloat until the final bows, but MAN that ocean water had come up to our throats. pretty crazy.
Here's the best part though - as with any human creation- it's just a play. It's a show we've created in order to entertain an audience. And was the audience entertained? Yes. The audience didn't even care about the scratch on their Bentleys. So let's let it be. off. gone. Done.
I'll say one more thing -what I continue to love the most about all of this stuff is exactly that: every time you step on that stage or the hear "action" it's always the first time . Every time. I love that, a total escape - a total clean slate. Even if the show bails into muck, you can clean up your act, find a new project and start fresh all over again. That's the beauty of our creative engines - nothing is permanent, the good or the bad. So let's keep steamin forward
2 comments:
weird that happened. i can't exactly picture WHAT happened, actually, but i'm glad you kept your heads barely above water. you are all so talented, i can't imagine it made any difference.
cool that you made it through it all, in spite of. i would like to have seen this show, either way ... and amen to what heather says.
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