play goes up tonight: i’m not nervous. i’m not in…
3573 days agoplay goes up tonight: i’m not nervous. i’m not in tonights show, my double Greg is opening. i’ll be there tomorrow night and sunday afternoon, for the matinee. i can’t believe we have a matinee, or tat people are going to pay to watch us perform. no, that is a bad attitude. we’re good and we know it. i suppose thats better. nerve-wracking, all of it.
quick story from rehearsal wednesday night, we’re doing “notes” afterward (it turns out that “notes” are when the director goes over the stuff you did that night and comments on it. he uses words like “cheat out” and “remember, you’re amused, not condescending”. i thought it would be funny if he told us things like “get the damn lines right” but that is evidently considered in poor taste in theatre) and Scott, the director, remarks that during the actual show, that bottle will have water in it, not vodka. Lou glares. The scene had gone like this:
“Do you think they have a chance?”
“Of course. Theres always a chance.”
“There’s a bottle of vodka in the bottom drawer of my desk. See you gentleman tomorrow.”
<Pause. Cable opens desk drawer, a bit hesitant, and takes out a bottle.>
“This is the one he means.”
“Well what do we do?”
“Drink.”
<Harbison slugs one. To his considerable shock, it actually is vodka and he spits it all over the place. He is still wiping off his mouth and his desk when Quale enters, agitated.>
Some discussion of whether to audition for Joseph and the Fabulous Jacket, or something. I think I won’t. Its not because I’m not enjoying this show though, quite the contrary. Its loads of fun. But it takes a lot of time, and I need to go back and have boxing lessons. There is only so much time in life to do everything you want to do, and I want to go ten rounds on a saturday night with someone named Snake, and show up to teach sunday school with a black eye and tape on one cheekbone.
Hey, dream big, you know?
