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keladry_lupinToday, I am grateful for a good, solid opening night performance from everyone. There were a few missed lines and one early entrance, but he kept it in character. We all felt great afterward, and almost everyone had friends and/or family to greet them after. Tonight, we're all going out for drinks after to celebrate opening night.
Here are five happy things that have nothing whatsoever to do with the play (even though I've mentioned one of them earlier this week).
1. instead of Where's Waldo or Where's Wally, it's Where's WALL-E: http://i.imgur.com/U1GU1.jpg
2. I wrote 3,000-ish words this week on a fic that fills two BBC Sherlock prompts
3. LOL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooODVEDFOMk
4. cuddles from sweet Boo-Cat (he's very poorly but fighting it)
5. I was afraid I'd caught my coworker's cold earlier this week, but I was just dehydrated
Opening night timeline:
2:45 to opening: I'd kept myself distracted until a mental image of Cinderella at the base of my tree hit, and then I was nervous liek woah.
1:30 to opening: Arrived at the Mysterium and got dressed. Didn't bother with wig or makeup right off, though, since it's hot enough for the makeup to melt off my face, and the pincurls holding the wig on are uncomfortable.
:45 to opening: There's a tradition in some Broadway theaters that Marla has brought into the Mysterium about a year ago: the Gypsy Coat. It's a long, hooded cloak that the oldest cast member wears before performance opening night to walk all around the theater space and gather all the energy from the previous shows into the coat. Then the youngest member of the cast wears it after performance on closing night to gather all that show's energy from the theater space into the cloak for future plays. Tom, our Mysterious Man and Narrator, wore it briefly last night. It has half a dozen bits on it from previous shows: Tiny Tim's mitten (Scrooge and Marley), a pirate flag (Pirates of Penzance), and a poppet (The Crucible) among others. We'll choose our souvenir on closing night, and it'll be something that will represent our play for as long as the Mysterium has this gypsy coat.
:15 to opening: Dyan, one of our Baker's Wives (double cast), led us in a pre-show circle. The first time she was in this play was the last time she'd got to act with a childhood friend, and she wanted to remember him. We grasped hands with our arms crossed and then turned so we were facing out instead of in, and then it was time for final preparations.
:10 to opening: I was full of affection for everyone with whom I've worked for seven weeks. We all stood in the preschool, trying to get cool air from the fan or windows, and went over our choruses again and again.
Granny's first scene: Big laughs, especially when I come out of the Wolf's belly (it's like a clown car) and start throttling him. Then there were more laughs when I came fully into view, allowing the audience to see the bunny slippers. I almost said "baker" (wrong) instead of "hunter" (correct) to the Baker, which would have been a bad thing, but I think my hesitation just came out as a WTHAYK look before I said it correctly and dragged him off stage.
after "There Are Giants in the Sky": I remembered how it felt during Scrooge and Marley; how each successful song, dance, and scene feels like a victory.
Act I finale: I was onstage before I realized I'd put my bunny slippers on the wrong feet, and about ten seconds after that, I realized there was a pebble in one of them, and another ten seconds later, I realized I hadn't taken off my Cinderella's Mother earrings. Couldn't do anything about any of them at that point, so I just ran with it and limped out like a Granny.
intermission: Florinda!Sara accidentally clocked wardrobe mistress Jaylene in the nose, and it took two people to talk her out of her tears and fix her makeup while someone else helped Jaylene with an ice pack.
Act II: Just tried to cool off and I sat around in the nightgown and wig cap until ten minutes before the finale. Then I freshened my makeup, pinned on my Granny wig, and went back on for the finale.
All in all, it went rather well, except for Jaylene's nose. One down, twenty-three to go!
Mom waffled too long about buying tickets, and now opening weekend is sold out, so who knows when I'll see her in the audience. She's coming home tomorrow, though, so at least I'll get to see her in some context for the first time in four weeks. Too bad the hobbit hole's a mess.
Our Stepmother, Jennifer, has been cast in another local community theater's production of Into the Woods as the Witch! She got the news yesterday, and we all gave her a round of applause before we went on.
The Long Beach Playhouse is also doing Into the Woods, though their production will be in the winter or spring. I'm seriously considering auditioning, since the LBP is a seven minute drive from home and has a long-standing reputation for quality productions. Acting will never be more than a hobby for me, but I want to swim in a larger pond -- and get to work with more people -- than just the Mysterium crowd. (They're a lovely family to be a part of, and I'm so grateful to be a part of anything they do, but then I wonder if I really am capable of cutting it somewhere else, or I'm the recipient of nepotism.)
Thank heaven it's Friday.
Here are five happy things that have nothing whatsoever to do with the play (even though I've mentioned one of them earlier this week).
1. instead of Where's Waldo or Where's Wally, it's Where's WALL-E: http://i.imgur.com/U1GU1.jpg
2. I wrote 3,000-ish words this week on a fic that fills two BBC Sherlock prompts
3. LOL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooODVEDFOMk
4. cuddles from sweet Boo-Cat (he's very poorly but fighting it)
5. I was afraid I'd caught my coworker's cold earlier this week, but I was just dehydrated
Opening night timeline:
2:45 to opening: I'd kept myself distracted until a mental image of Cinderella at the base of my tree hit, and then I was nervous liek woah.
1:30 to opening: Arrived at the Mysterium and got dressed. Didn't bother with wig or makeup right off, though, since it's hot enough for the makeup to melt off my face, and the pincurls holding the wig on are uncomfortable.
:45 to opening: There's a tradition in some Broadway theaters that Marla has brought into the Mysterium about a year ago: the Gypsy Coat. It's a long, hooded cloak that the oldest cast member wears before performance opening night to walk all around the theater space and gather all the energy from the previous shows into the coat. Then the youngest member of the cast wears it after performance on closing night to gather all that show's energy from the theater space into the cloak for future plays. Tom, our Mysterious Man and Narrator, wore it briefly last night. It has half a dozen bits on it from previous shows: Tiny Tim's mitten (Scrooge and Marley), a pirate flag (Pirates of Penzance), and a poppet (The Crucible) among others. We'll choose our souvenir on closing night, and it'll be something that will represent our play for as long as the Mysterium has this gypsy coat.
:15 to opening: Dyan, one of our Baker's Wives (double cast), led us in a pre-show circle. The first time she was in this play was the last time she'd got to act with a childhood friend, and she wanted to remember him. We grasped hands with our arms crossed and then turned so we were facing out instead of in, and then it was time for final preparations.
:10 to opening: I was full of affection for everyone with whom I've worked for seven weeks. We all stood in the preschool, trying to get cool air from the fan or windows, and went over our choruses again and again.
Granny's first scene: Big laughs, especially when I come out of the Wolf's belly (it's like a clown car) and start throttling him. Then there were more laughs when I came fully into view, allowing the audience to see the bunny slippers. I almost said "baker" (wrong) instead of "hunter" (correct) to the Baker, which would have been a bad thing, but I think my hesitation just came out as a WTHAYK look before I said it correctly and dragged him off stage.
after "There Are Giants in the Sky": I remembered how it felt during Scrooge and Marley; how each successful song, dance, and scene feels like a victory.
Act I finale: I was onstage before I realized I'd put my bunny slippers on the wrong feet, and about ten seconds after that, I realized there was a pebble in one of them, and another ten seconds later, I realized I hadn't taken off my Cinderella's Mother earrings. Couldn't do anything about any of them at that point, so I just ran with it and limped out like a Granny.
intermission: Florinda!Sara accidentally clocked wardrobe mistress Jaylene in the nose, and it took two people to talk her out of her tears and fix her makeup while someone else helped Jaylene with an ice pack.
Act II: Just tried to cool off and I sat around in the nightgown and wig cap until ten minutes before the finale. Then I freshened my makeup, pinned on my Granny wig, and went back on for the finale.
All in all, it went rather well, except for Jaylene's nose. One down, twenty-three to go!
Mom waffled too long about buying tickets, and now opening weekend is sold out, so who knows when I'll see her in the audience. She's coming home tomorrow, though, so at least I'll get to see her in some context for the first time in four weeks. Too bad the hobbit hole's a mess.
Our Stepmother, Jennifer, has been cast in another local community theater's production of Into the Woods as the Witch! She got the news yesterday, and we all gave her a round of applause before we went on.
The Long Beach Playhouse is also doing Into the Woods, though their production will be in the winter or spring. I'm seriously considering auditioning, since the LBP is a seven minute drive from home and has a long-standing reputation for quality productions. Acting will never be more than a hobby for me, but I want to swim in a larger pond -- and get to work with more people -- than just the Mysterium crowd. (They're a lovely family to be a part of, and I'm so grateful to be a part of anything they do, but then I wonder if I really am capable of cutting it somewhere else, or I'm the recipient of nepotism.)
Thank heaven it's Friday.
