In all the hub bub of planning the rehearsal calendar around 8 people’s schedules for “Teller” and scrambling to find the perfect “Mikey” (thank you to Ted Jaquith for your most excellent referral) I kind of forgot that there was a 2nd show.

You see, “Snapshot” was added to the Fringe because I simply could not add anything more to make “Teller” last 30 minutes. It would have been a disservice to the show and would have watered down the intent. “Snapshot”, a play I’d had for 5 or 6 years, was waiting to be heard but because it was so personal to me I had yet to try and get it staged. It’s just 2 people on stage for 20 or so minutes in some pretty damn dark subject matter. When the need arose to “add more time” I worried if they would complement each other but after consideration, realized “Snapshot” would be a perfect companion piece to “Teller”, which is a hopeful little romantic piece. Thus the theme of “Hope: Lost & Found” was born. But, I digress.

Like I’d mentioned, “Snapshot” is a piece about a husband and wife, minimal set and barely any cues, which should make for an easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy production. The thing is…we hadn’t even read through it yet…and the time was a-tickin’. Since I was ACTING in this production I was more than a little nervous that things were not going to work out well. Recently I’d “gone up” (actor speak for forgetting everything and anything I was supposed to say) during a dress rehearsal. I was convinced I was suffering early Alzheimer’s symptoms and that it could happen again at any moment. My fellow thespians patted me on the head and detailed their many stories of going up on-stage. The pit in my stomach eased and I felt slightly better. Add to this apprehension that it was the first read-through of a very, very personal play, I’d been in traffic for over an hour and a half and I had JUST shattered 2 glass bottles on the street on the way up to Terry’s apartment. I felt naked-shakey knocking on his door.

Cut to: Thursday, August 26, 2013. Location: Terry’s fabulous Ballard pad.
I was late, Doug was late, Terry was patient. So, first hurdle overcome. We sat comfortably on the couch and quietly read through the script. Doug sat and gave us some feedback which made me think as an actor what my choices would be (which is a completely different mindset than that of a writer). Finally it was time to get up and MOVE. That was the one thing which had never been done in the quiet times I’d read through the script. This play is a play where a specific action can change the opinion of the audience, which is crucial to the director’s intent. Moving made it real. It made my words come alive. It made me FEEL what I was saying and it made me very content.

We finished the rough run through and I ended the evening surprisingly excited (totally, toe-curled excitement). Doug had a vision, Terry and I had a connection and we had a direction. When things come together it makes everything worth it. Everything. I’m ready for my second rehearsal.

Now I’d better go study my lines.