Karen ran a dress rehearsal for a tiny audience of invited friends. She'd been nervous about performing in a play that required she directly address an audience, but she did fine. She (as Cushman says about herself early in the script) "expanded" and met the demands she and the playwright, Carolyn Gage, had set. She charmed the people there, which, in its magical sense, is one of the handful of things an actor must be able to do in order to be considered an actor.
She opens tonight and runs through Saturday. We had to cancel Sunday's performance since it would have run opposite the Saints' NFC Championship game, and you can't do that. Geaux Saints!
In an email I received yesterday, I learned a new phrase in another tongue. A friend of mine from Brazil wrote and wished us luck in the tradition of her own country's theatre.
So I say to Karen, "Muita merda para você!"
Muita, muita, and even more muita merda, Karen!
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