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Saturday, August 09, 2003 @ 4:22 PM
Talking to Rocks
Opening Night came and went. We had a great crowd. We had fifty chairs and fifty programs, and we could only find three programs leftover when the night was over. We made pretty good money, too. I kind of doubt we'll have as big a crowd tonight or Sunday, but you never know. I did mail out about 40 fliers and put up another 80. So, we'll see.
The show went really well, although I was paranoid the entire time because I'm practically deaf, therefore I assumed no one else in the room could hear. Everyone I talked to said they could hear fine, though, even Will who sat in the very back with me. I still plan to tell everyone to be louder.
We had three major disasters, and they all pertained to lighting. First, the strobe light fell from the ceiling during Act I scene 7. It nearly hit Lauren's little brother, but her mom grabbed it, steadied it, and then decided to let it hang there for a while. During the next blackout, I sent Will up to yank it out of the cord it was plugged into (and hanging by) and come back. Unfortunately, this wasn't quite as easy as we thought it would be. The lights went dark. Seth made his entrance in the darkness (as planned), and Nan said, "Hello?" and Seth said, "Oh! Jesus!", which ordinarilly would have been my cue to turn the lights on. But I wasn't going to turn the lights on until Will got back with the strobe light in hand. So, I waited. Seth improv-ed something like, "Where's the light switch?" And Nan replied, "I don't know." Then everyone heard an incredibly loud ripping noise - the noise of duct tape being ripped off of a wall. Everyone in the room burst out laughing - including me, in spite of myself. Will finally got back to the booth, I turned the lights on, Seth & Nan started their scene. I gave Will Irvin a big kiss on the side of his face and told him that as far as half the patrons were concerned, he stole the show.
Then the left practical, a lamp, wouldn't turn on. Finally we figured out that the bulb had died, ridiculous since it was only two weeks old. So, to make up for the missing light, we turned on the "rain outside" light to make up for it. Unfortunately, that light, because it had a gel attached to it, started to smoke. Will and I didn't notice, but Steve and Dan did, and Steve decided to unplug it. I, not knowing what the hell was going on, went to bitch him out, when he announced, "It was smoking." To which I could only say, "Oh. Well, good call then."
The cast party was infinitely smaller than I expected, but I had a good time getting to know Justin's girlfriend, Val; having Nietzche with Steve, and drinking lots and lots of Screwdrivers. Hopefully tonight's party will be the epic monstrosity I promised people.
I got plenty of compliments on the show - mostly pertaining to the casting. But most of them were hard to take seriously - they came mostly from family, friends, and former teachers of myself or cast members - for the most part, people who don't really know anything about theatre at all. What really made the night worthwhile, though, was Brandon.
He walked up to me, in the middle of Act II, and said, "Kellie! I just realized: Walker is the man his father wanted to be!"
Someone gets it. That's enough for me.
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