"Italian oranges. Delicious."
Aug. 27th, 2010 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pedantherOpening night went well. A couple of lines got dropped, but nothing significant, and somebody (*cough* *eyedart*) went out for his first scene without his props in his jacket pockets, but managed to bluff his way through. The audience was appreciative, laughed and applauded in appropriate places, and gave a very satisfying collective gasp at my favourite plot twist. (That was reassuring; I'd been kind of worried that they'd see it coming.)
One of the other cast members is a subeditor at the local newspaper, and was dropping hints in various directions, including mine, about the desirability of reading the review in this morning's edition (which was already written, the final dress rehearsal having also been a press preview). The review turns out to be complimentary all around, and indeed even has a couple of nice words to say about me. It also, I was relieved to find, avoids plot spoilers; perhaps that's untrusting, but after the audience's reaction to my favourite plot twist I'd started worrying that the reviewer would blow it and all the rest of our audiences would know it coming in.
I don't think I've mentioned before, but for the last few years, whenever I've been in a stage production, I've always had the same nightmare on the night before we open. Apparently, it's now so familiar that I immediately recognise it, and spend the entire thing standing on the sidelines tapping my foot and muttering "I know what this is, I've seen it before, hurry up and be done so I can get some proper sleep. I have a performance tomorrow, you know."
One of the other cast members is a subeditor at the local newspaper, and was dropping hints in various directions, including mine, about the desirability of reading the review in this morning's edition (which was already written, the final dress rehearsal having also been a press preview). The review turns out to be complimentary all around, and indeed even has a couple of nice words to say about me. It also, I was relieved to find, avoids plot spoilers; perhaps that's untrusting, but after the audience's reaction to my favourite plot twist I'd started worrying that the reviewer would blow it and all the rest of our audiences would know it coming in.
I don't think I've mentioned before, but for the last few years, whenever I've been in a stage production, I've always had the same nightmare on the night before we open. Apparently, it's now so familiar that I immediately recognise it, and spend the entire thing standing on the sidelines tapping my foot and muttering "I know what this is, I've seen it before, hurry up and be done so I can get some proper sleep. I have a performance tomorrow, you know."
