The cast party, that is, for Goldilox and the Bears.
Actually, I don’t know what happened at the cast party beyond some singing and the drinking because I had leave early so I could be conscious to run a rehearsal this morning at 9 a.m.
What a fun show.
Two magic moments from many:
- Exiting a scene after being particularly silly, and hearing a small boy shout out, “Did you see his face?”
- Doing a stretching exercise before the show started on closing night, where we were all bending over and the leader said, “Swing like a willow”, and me being a smartass sang the first line of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”, which then turned into the entire cast singing “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”
As for my acting? All I’m going to say is that acting really isn’t totally like riding a bicycle.
Fun times! Thanks to the NAGs Players for casting me!
So, a high stress dress. Opening night.
Then the morning after opening night, I get up and start being massively sick. In that “hello stomach!” sort of way. Finally, once my stomach contents are expunged and I fitfully sleep all day, I manage to get to the theatre an hour late for call, after texting the director about the reason for my lateness.
I don’t remember much about Friday night, except I said all my lines and I always entered and exited on the correct side of the stage.
Then Saturday, where we had children for an audience in the matinee. Children are the toughest audience in the world, but we mostly held their attention.
Saturday morning, I had one cup of Cup of Soup ™ for breakfast. Then I went to Tim Hortons ™ to get a soup and sandwich and forced myself to eat it, even though I wasn’t hungry. Then I crawled on stage and passed out for 45 minutes during the break between the matinee and the evening show.
Saturday was a hugely fun show. The crowd was lively, we were all “on”, and everyone had a good time.
And today I get to rest, and actually have something like an appetite returning. Then next Thursday, to do it all over again, except hopefully the being violently sick portion.
Tech rehearsals are the worst. They are a necessary part of the creative process, like going into labour is a necessary part of the having a baby process. Some people might enjoy it, for others it’s a painful experience with occasional tears of joy you endure because you are looking forward to what comes out at the end.
Dress rehearsals are like the dog treat being dangled in front of you as you do your best to try and get it, but you just can’t. You can see and smell it, and almost taste it, but you can’t quite bite down on it no matter what you do.
Finally opening night comes and all the hard work pays off, and if you’re in tune with the audience, you and everyone else in the cast each get a box of dog treats every night. (If you’re not in tune with the audience, you whimper a lot as you lick yourself backstage.)
Hmm, the Canine Method of Acting. Move over Stanislavsky and Chekhov, I have a new paradigm for teaching acting!!
Goldilox and the Bears. Feb 2, 3, 4 and Feb 9, 10, 11. 8 p.m., matinee at 1:30 p.m. on Saturday.
Panto warrior, big ham actor
There was a panto warrior in the heart of coarse theatre
Stolen from Pinter, brought to coarse theatre
Hamming on arrival, hamming for survival
I am hoping my busy year of theatre and performing carries on as planned.
First of all, I am directing a script reading of In Their Glory for week 2 of the New Ideas Festival. (If you’re a Toronto non-union actor and reading this, this is a very good festival for exposure, and they have an audition call open. They especially want non-Caucasians to audition this year.)
Second of all, I am acting in Goldilox and the Bears, the annual February panto produced by the NAGs Players. (Yes, I know pantos are traditionally a Christmas thing. No, I don’t know why this one goes up in February.) I am playing the part of Mayor Bob Chevrolet. Hmm…
Finally, there’s my own script that I am planning to do a public reading of at some point soon. This one actually involves me putting on my producer hat, which hasn’t been my strongest one, but I’m learning.
Better than sitting around watching Simpsons re-runs.