Oie. I need a freakin’ break.
…No lunch, no time away from the computer screen, and tiny-tiny numbered reports.
So this is me: breathing for a bit.
Back in the saddle for shows in our second weekend, starting tonight. No pick-ups, and early Thursday performances, so we’re on our own to run lines…prob’ly while driving, or setting our hair…to make sure we remember what the hell we’re doing.
Early Thursday shows make “sense,” but I still hate early call.
…Because of it, I’m floored for time, and have not only none in excess, but less than average for eating, travel and prep to begin with…thus zero time at all to run scenes with people to iron out all the brain burps that being dark for three days can do. And this ain’t exactly an easy show to just jump into, cold.
Living on stage the whole time means there isn’t a single moment to run and check your script to remind you of things that one sometimes needs their scripts to remind them of…like the exact word right there that you can’t seem to remember, only know begins with an “M”…or what follows the first night scene…or which props need to disappear at which time, in which blue-out, as we quick-change.
…Significant details.
Think I’ll just have cereal for dinner tonight so I won’t take up all that time cooking things. Like an egg. Which gives me an extra 90 seconds to actually review the script, live. Or maybe I’ll skip the shaving my legs part (yay for dancer tights, and Europeans!) and just do the necessities…that’ll buy an easy 3 minutes right there…
…It’s all about time management, you see. The infinitesimal kind.
Where you have to multitask eating and burping simultaneously…just so you won’t waste all that optional line reciting time on breathing.
~D
