Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Ridi pagliacco
I am a sad clown. After weeks of long, tiring, but satisfying rehearsals with a terrific cast and director, the excitement building as opening day grew closer, everything's come to a halt. The streets of Messina are empty, Dogberry is speechless, and there's no ado about anything. The permit still hasn't been issued, and instead of coming together for our third performance this Saturday, we'll be be assembling for what could be our last cast meeting. With all the anxiety that precedes an opening you'd think there'd be a corresponding sense of relief when it's canceled, but it doesn't work that way. There's disappointment, of course, but it's more than that - loss, regret, disorientation. On the other hand, we could find a way to put on a show after all and salvage some of the run. A lot of good, talented people put effort and resources into making this a great show, some much more than I, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Maybe we'll find another space, or get an 11th-hour reprieve or something. We just want to make people laugh. Is that so wrong?
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Keith, talk to Berube, and see if he'll let you use one of his theatres (he's got three). Or, if your group is willing to trek down to San Pedro, I can see if Lisa Coffee has any time available at the Little Fish.
Hey, Bart, thanks for the suggestions. I was hoping to talk to Mr. B at the last workshop, but he wasn't there (and neither were you). Anyway, we had a cast meeting last Saturday and the consensus was we'd rather try to open at the Topanga stage than move, even if it means delaying the run even further.
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