This week I’m sharing some of my thoughts during a typical community theater stage production, from audition notices to stage strike.
I think: Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Again.
When: The first scathing review is published. And I’m singled out.
Because: Don’t let my confident exterior fool you; I have gooey, sensitive human insides. Thankfully I also have supportive castmates to talk me down from the proverbial ledge. I know I’m doing a fine job, and from what I can tell my castmates think I’m doing a fine job, and from the laughter I can tell the audience thinks so, too. I know it’s just one person’s opinion, but unkind words in print and online still sting a little. Now what am I going to clip out to show my parents—or my kids?
I think: Wait … what?
When: I realize the show is over.
Because: By week two everything is firing on all cylinders. Actors continue to finesse their roles, ever so slightly, to get more laughter. Character interactions continue to deepen. And we’re having FUN. But the show is over, just like that, in a flash. Hard to believe, after those long months of rehearsal.
Me as Mr. MacAfee, Bye Bye Birdie, Desert Foothills Theater, Nov. 11–21
Photos courtesy of Jeremy Andorfer/Vangelis Productions