One show down, two to go.
It seems like for most shows there's one or two things that happen backstage, or flukes onstage, to make a performance particularly memorable. In Alice In Wonderland, I remember getting caught behind a large door flat when the lights came on that later got englufed in fog. In Midsummer, Ben's Roman skirt/kilt/covering kept falling down, revealing boxers and recieving peals of laughter. You Can't Take It With You? Dancing on the scene shop counters. Fiddler? The night Diana and Anthony died. Dracula? The fog machine tube going up with the legs, resulting in frenzied attempts to pull it down and ultimately, a drenched Linda.
Tonight, I spent about 10-15 minutes on my tiptoes holding up a masking sheet behind a window that decided to collapse on one side. And Ryan fell down the stairs.
I'm always amused by how so many of us are so rabidly devoted to tech. For all intents and purposes, tech injures us, fatigues us, keeps us up late and gets us up early, works us for over 12 hours at a time, frustrates us, and is always the source of complaint. Yet, like moths to a lantern, we all draw to the shop day after day. Is it for the personal satisfaction of a hard day's work? The pride felt in a well constructed staircase? Or maybe just the fact that carrying around a handheld circular saw, walking with a kid who owns ninja throwing stars at your side makes one feel at least a bit badass.
"You're an actor, are you? Well, all that means is you are irresponsible, irrational, romantic, and incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something personal, material, sensational - and probably sexual." -George Herman
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