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Saturday, February 16, 2013
Where Was I This Time?
It never gets easy, you know, starting a new project. I felt awkward, didn't know what to say. Did the dumbest thing I could think of which was to blurt out, "Why don't we all introduce ourselves?" So lame. I felt as if I were back in one of those ridiculous committee meetings I used to participate in when I was a working stiff.
The cast was game, though; and the reading went on without a hitch. I think it will play nicely.
Two of my ladies had conflicts and couldn't come, so I read their parts. I have to admit I found myself pretty compelling. I may have to engineer a return to the boards sometime soon before I tumble into the grave. I do seem to have a knack for Tennessee, he said in a Kim-Stanley kind of glissando of longing.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Before heading out to rehearsal, I received an email telling me that last July's production of Standing on Ceremony had received a Big Easy Theatre Award nomination for Best Ensemble of 2012. That was unexpected news, and it was delightful to hear. SoC was certainly a "little engine that could." It was a pleasure being a part of it, and the audiences enjoyed it, so its nomination is like a cherry on top of a swirl of whipped cream. Of course, the award is presented to the producer, so, as only a director, I don't get a free pass to the ceremony—nor does the ensemble, come to think of it; but it's the thought that counts.
Now I need to get back to my main chore this weekend: devising a rehearsal schedule for Battle of Angels. One should never have to work with more than three actors in a play at a time. Any more than that, and you find yourself dealing with people who have personal lives that just get in the way.
And who wants to deal with that?