On the brighter side, I found my shoes, along with a few other things I’d been missing.
On the darker side (not that I ever actually crossed over to The Dark Side, but that’s a whole other reference), this is going to be another foolish post, even for Lame Post Friday. I can’t help myself! I have a play tonight and I am flustered!!! (Yes, it needs all three exclamation points, Punctuation Police.)
One problem is I ate something too large for dinner and I am sick to my stomach. It tasted good going down, but now its just sitting there, tormenting me. Oh well, it should digest by curtain time.
Another problem, incidentally, is that there is no curtain. And I don’t need to know my lines. Strike Story is the reader’s theatre piece beautifully researched and written by Angela Harris about the textile mills strike in Little Falls in 1912. There is no curtain because we are not doing it on a stage but in a banquet room in the Travelodge Inn and Suites in Little Falls. I do so appreciate hiding behind a curtain when I am not actually on stage. The entire cast is on stage for the entire show. That makes it a fun and interesting acting challenge, because we get to react to everything that is going on. But there is also no break and chance to hide. Yes, I am this weird combination of great big ham and little bitty scaredy cat (not too little, but let’s not get into my dieting woes right now).
What I was saying to a friend at work is, this is an important show. It is important to the writer, director and cast. It has historical significance. It is an honor to be in such a play, and it is a responsibility. In other plays, if I screw up, I fix it as best I can, and I will probably laugh about it, either as it’s happening or later. There is every chance the audience will laugh, too. Of course, I always strive to NOT screw up. It just seems especially important this time.
So this is my foolish blog post dithering about my pre-show jitters. I have been going over my lines and thinking about my character all day. And, as I mentioned earlier, I found the shoes I wanted to wear. I wore a different pair for dress rehearsal, and they were all right, but the pair I found is better, yes! I am now perfectly well prepared to break a leg.