Thurs, Apr. 3
... A story of our time
Hmm. Some thoughts on opening night. I should have some...
It didn't feel like a performance. It felt like another dress rehearsal. Part of that was because, backstage, you can't tell much anyways. I was out in the house for part of it, though, and I'm not sure why even that didn't make it sink in for me. Even having the audience and hearing their reactions didn't make it all that real, though.
It was a great audience. They were into it; they loved it; they gave the cast so much energy, and the cast totally played off of that. They took what was given to them and ran with it, and it was an excellent performance. No major glitches on my end of things. Well, except for the time my props people weren't where they needed to be when they needed to be, and I blurted out, "Where are my burgers, people?" right backstage, near the choir mics. Oops. I spent the next 5 minutes with a hand clamped over my mouth.
A note on guys wearing makeup: It's amazing how noticeable it is. I don't notice it on girls, because I'm used to girls having it or not having it, and going back and forth between that. When guys put it on, though, the difference is quite noticeable. The ones I caught the most were Cody, Phil, and Andrew... it was amazing how much smoother their skin looked with foundation on, and how much bigger Phil and Cody's eyes looked with eyeliner. Maybe makeup does really make a difference after all. I don't think that'll change my general philosophy on wearing it, though.
A note on my general state of well-being: I think my body is tuned to the finish of the evening. Last night I had energy until we finished the third run (which is more than understandable), and I was going strong until 1:00 in the morning. Tonight, I was wired during the performance (partly an act of will, because I needed to keep my cast and crew up), but we finished the performance by 9:30, and I was exhausted. It was like my body knew I was done, and it had had enough. A bunch of us went to Denny's afterwards, and all the actors were wired, and Janna and I were just dead tired.
Hmm. I'm alive, I've made it through one; there are only 4 more to go. Everything is going well, and I'm in a place where I can be an encouragement. This is a great show, and I'm proud to be a part of it.
Although I'll be mighty glad once this placenta is out.
infinite || abyss
posted at 12:10 a.m.
