Those words are kind of scary when put in correlation with your load-in / load-out time at your theatre. Especially when you’re also needing to ready yourself for the stage.

Our “tech” for the Seattle Fringe consisted of 2 hours. We came ready, focused, anticipating a quick tech and a thorough run-through. Well…we got a LONG tech and no run-through. Such is theatre. Our Fringe Tech, Jessica Jones (just love that name) efficiently programmed all of the light and sound cues but sadly, our slideshow needed to be cut. It was too cumbersome to get working correctly…and it felt trite when watching it. I had considered not creating the slideshow because of the onerous process of photoshopping people into photos. Time was literally running out on me with what I could complete but the thought kept nattering at me that if I didn’t complete it I wouldn’t be putting out the product that I had intended. So, I literally spent hours working my ass off to get it finished. And in the end, when it didn’t work within the confines of the theatre and the project I just thought, “eh…whatever.”. Acceptance is a beautiful thing.

So no run-through, minimal tech time and showtime was in less than 24 hours. I had plenty of stuff to focus on prior to showtime. I had my nervous stomach bathroom breaks, the pressure in my head that, if turned up any further, would most certainly make my head pop off of my neck, the soundtrack of my heart racing, which sounds more like a rumba than a cha cha (perhaps I should have that checked) and a white, hot fear that was threatening to blind me. Did I have my lines memorized after what I considered the most minimal of rehearsal times? Could we move in and out the set and still have a decent amount of time to reflect prior to showtime? Would the theatre be empty? And most importantly, why in the fuck was I putting myself through this? WHY?!?

My cast, always positive, always lovely and giving me hope, showed up ready to perform. They really give as good as they get and I’m fortunate that they are open to try anything. They were ready. The set was placed wicked faster than anyone expected it to be. There were many minutes before showtime where we could take our precious time and get centered and, most importantly, do our Channing Tatum cheer. When the curtain fell (there’s no curtain in that theatre) we had managed to get through both shows with nary problem. There was good feedback from our people in the audience and I’m sure some people didn’t like it; as is to be expected in any production.

I still don’t know why the fuck I’m doing this. Perhaps by Closing I will.