Waco Home

I'm back in the theatre.

Well, not now. Right now I'm sitting in my July room in a grand Victorian house in Waco, TX. But forty minutes ago I was in a theatre, so it counts.

It's been a long seven weeks without it.

I am joining the cast and crew of HERstory two weeks before opening night. So the director is spazzing because there's so much to do in a limited amount of time. The cast doesn't really grasp the concept of how limited the time is. The set is not done, I have no idea what's going on with costumes, lights still need to be done, publicity isn't finished yet.

All in all, typical theatre two weeks out.

I had to remind Stevie (director/boss/friend) that he's freaking out about the exact same things he was freaking out about last summer. It will all come together. It always does. May try to kill us getting there, but that's why I'm here, to keep him from dying. Good goal.

It felt good, to be back. A bit odd, coming in at an awkward time for me in the production calendar. I have no idea what Stevie has told them, what they've discussed, why they've chosen to do what they're doing. Both an advantage and disadvantage. I can give them a fresh look, but I have no idea what my eyes are supposed to be looking for.

So I will take notes, most of which will not reach the actors (and that's okay), help them with lines, keep the set clean, reassure the director, and encourage the actors. Because this show is going to be amazing, I just know it.

It feels good, to be back in my Waco home. It's a little bizarre. There were a few times when I would look at Stevie or Ramad and feel like no time had passed, we were just picking up where we left off last summer. That feels good. Really good.

Until next time, you have one chance to give that line, take advantage of it!