So I spent the entire day yesterday worrying that nobody was gonna come out on opening night and see the play because hey, what’s a play without an audience?  But then I got to the theater and I was like so totally zen, the absolute picture of calm, I was the koala bear sitting up in the tree eating eucalyptus while the kangaroos were boxing down below, I was the hippie putting the flower in the barrel of the gun of the soldier at the antiwar protest.  But as 8:00 drew near people, real people, not just imaginary ones (I could tell by the fact that they didn’t address me as “Earthling”) started showing up and they just sort of kept rolling in. 

And then the play itself…there’s a certain charge to watching the play that you dreamed up being worked out on stage.  Call it ego, call it a god-complex, hell call it Suzie, I don’t care.  It’s kind of scary some of the subtle things that they managed to pick up on that I intended but that weren’t explicity written in the script.  I haven’t told Tim this because he’d probably break his jaw grinning, and if he asks what I’m talking about I’m not going to tell him, I’m going to be a bastard about it and play the aloof playwright.  My only real criticism is that “Liar” doesn’t get played until the audience has already filed out.  *Sigh*

All the same, I must say to all involved, good show.  One night soon, as promised, we will play a little actor-torture game called “Bippety-bippety-bop.”

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Comments

Tim

2003-07-25T21:50:38.000Z

those actors are ornry.