Where Did That Week Go?
Last weekend I finished up meeting with Rachel for Sunday dinner for catch up and some writing exercises, shaking loose from accustomed perspectives. I mentioned I had just learned a new monologue, and Rachel asked to hear it. I deferred until I had a bite to eat. We were both starving. Once I had sufficient blood sugar to track reality again, I went ahead. Still pretty raw. I had only had the text down for a couple days, and it is a piece needing a Southern dialect. When working with a dialect I like to learn the text with an over-heavy dialect, then tone down it down to a realistic level which feels more natural, and allow me to bring out the character instead of the caricature.
It is very enjoyable to share monologues and poetry with friends and relatives, but much harder. An theatre audience while larger (we hope), is not so intimidating. The fear of sucking goes up as the number of listeners goes down. To avoid being the bore who tediously recites their projects or what they enjoy I wait for an invitation.
I just called Freehold because I found the tuition check I had written them, but forgot to include with my not, and the Mask Progression was cancelled. Not enough people showed up. Well, damn. From two classes to no classes in a moment. It gives me the opportunity to work harder on something else, say a show and some audition coaching. There is my silver lining.
This weekend was prepping for the Studio Series. Lots of rehearsal, logistics, and socializing. Saturday I made a total ass of myself. Waiting outside the rehearsal space I gave the occupants an extra minute then started carrying my stuff in. Well, it turns out I'd misread the schedule and we were in the studio/theatre directly above it. Even worse, it was my good friend Rachel's rehearsal. It wasn't a total loss. I recognized a script left on the studio earlier in the week as being for her show, and had picked it up so it wouldn't become part of somebody's library. I tracked down the actor who had gotten a new, script but they still needed one for the production so it won't be going into my library either.
There were several people I recognized from Rachel's classes, and it was good to hear them working on a production. The energy as I erroneously waited outside the door for their room was very good. I am very much looking forward to seeing their show.
I didn't want to disrupt them any more so I left my set table in the loft, and came back when they were done to pick it up. I'm not very happy with my finish job on the table I built, but using one of the venue's tables for nearly half our rehearsal was a good exercise for my peace of mind. When the venue's table was struck and immediately replaced with the table I built, I could see the effort was worthwhile.
We did the designer run last night. Because I agreed to come in during work on Tuesday for tech I was able to get our show run at the beginning so I could get home, sleep, and get to work early today. I'll be damned, I actually did it. Woke up at 6 AM, got to work at 8 AM. Even cooler for me was when Dee (played by Heather) brought out the candle I made.
I got candle-making supplies you might remember, so I could put the guts inside of real wax and get a realistic diffusion of light through the wax. The flicker candle light from the theatrical supply was to strobe-like and I built a second one with a steady bulb, which we liked better. Heather went back, pushed the button in the base of the new candle and came out with it. I was looking at it trying to figure out how to make the light look more realistic, and figured out two things. About that time I saw the venue stage manager, Jenny, turn to Paula with some concern and ask, "That isn't a real candle is it?" Paula pointed up to me, "No, Scott made it." I'll still make the next one better, but I'm pretty tickled with that compliment.