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October 30, 2005
Yesterday
I hit the gym for the first time in 2+ weeks. Finally had the time and the lack of illness. I have got to get my butt into shape. No more slacking. I need to drop at least 30 lbs and 3 sizes. Period. No arguments, no excuses. And at the same time, I have to rebuild my right leg. Slowly and steadily. So annoying that I have to take that into consideration. GrrrrrrrrRRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrr.
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We had our first performance of the remount of 1K Cranes. It was okay, I think. We were all a bit flustered because the audience began wandering in about 15 minutes after we began setting up. So no real warmups for the cast, and we built the set and placed props, etc. in full view of the audience. (We did change in the bathrooms, but still, we had to walk through the crowd in costume to get to the set.) And then we started 15 minutes early, so that kind of added to the weirdness of the whole thing.
I feel as though I have lost the passion of the piece. Or disconnected from the story or something. We had some long pauses, train-crossing pauses, many of which were, I think, my fault. This last summer, we were like a machine. Not in a bad, going through the motions kind of way, but in a precise, well-oiled, everyone was where they needed to be at the exact right moment kind of way. And we had a run-time that varied by no more than 30 seconds. It was insane how accurate we were. I've missed that during this whole remount process.
I know that I am at the very least 1/3 responsible for it, though probably closer to 1/2. But I can't figure out how to get my timing back.
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Yesterday evening was a line rehearsal for Frankie and Johnny in the Claire de Lune, one of the directing scenes I'm in. My scene partner is wonderful. He has so much raw talent, mostly just needing some channeling and discipline so that he can re-create things at will. But he's incredibly smart and really connected and self-aware for someone so young. I don't recall being that self-aware when I was 20.
I love working with this guy. Rehearsals are a joy, and that's such a gift when it happens. I come home alight, and now I want to do the full play. I just have to find a director and a partner who's closer to the right age. (Johnny is closer to 50 than 20). Hopefully I can find someone with the same kind of talent and drive and overall niceness that James (my scene partner) has. I have someone in mind, but he may not be available, and let's face it, the talent pool here is pretty limited once you get over the age of about 25.
Posted by sally at October 30, 2005 10:09 AM
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