The best night of Hell Week, is technically the first one.
Paper Tech.
…Where the show’s sound, light and cues are plotted and planned by the design and run crews.
This mean: Actors- OFF.
…It’s usually the only night we get, ‘tween now and the last performance of Opening Weekend. A fairly brutal run of everythings added onto everything else and slammed up against tons of new toys and clothes and props to side-track you, and not quite enough sleep to process it all. Tempers sometimes get short, a zillion tiny details you might not have thought about or planned for are suddenly right in your face with immediate answers needed, everyone is hot from too many lights and no air ventallation…and for reasons I will never understand, this makes everyone like everyone else a lot more.
…It’s that old “Band of Brothers” adage.
So tonight, while our tech crews battle on paper, and our costumers battle with needle n’ thread, we actors battle our lines (some more), before tomorrow morning’s first call. Costume Parade, followed by cue-to-cue, followed by (one hopes) drinking.
…Personally, I’ve just finished fighting the yoga ball, after spending about two hours listening to Benny Goodman and figuring out some hair styles that’ll work with my super-awesome hats (one of which Mdm. Costumer let me take home for just that occasion.)
We are going to look so ridiculously delicious, it’s just ridiculous.
…And now: I’m off for a shower, and some read time before the Zzz’s take me.
…Take me HARD.
I hope they leave me no mercy.
Long days ahead.
~D
