Wednesday eve I came to the conclusion that there was no way I was going to get done unless I had all day to work on stage. I was struggling with how I was going to get everything done and not collapse somewhere. At 5a Thursday morning I had a splitting headache. That's it. Not going to work. I took some good drugs and went back to sleep. I woke up again around 11a feeling pretty good.
Went to First Watch for breakfast, then by the RMT Bay to pick up some supplies, then to the theater. I received an email that our producer was suffering from some major dizzy spells that were making her nauseous. I replied to her email telling her to stay home and take care of herself. At the same time tho, she was my help. Crap.
I turned the gears up a notch and was climbing and running cable, blah blah blah for three hours straight when guess who shows up... The producer! (And her husband) First thing I said was, "You BITCH! You are supposed to be at home, in bed, taking care of yourself!" Then I look at her husband and introduce myself. LOL! Her husband said she was feeling much better than earlier in the day. I thanked him for being there and driving. He is a lighting guy, so I had him help me a bit.
The director arrived around 530p, and by 6p we were blasting thru cues, adding specials and doing some fine focusing. As we wrapped up I kept checking the time. I told our producer that I'd be ready to open the house at 730p. Rock on!
730p the house opens. I'm starving and sweating like a pig. I brought an extra change of clothes with me, and our AD brought me dinner. I'd soaked my head and scrunched my hair. I'm now sitting in the middle of the floor in the green room eating my dinner. The producer sticks her head in - we're ready to go, everyone is seated. I asked what time it was. 745p. I have 15 mins to relax. Then she says we were supposed to start the show at 730p, not 8p. WHAT?!? SHIT! I grab my clean shirt, ripping the dirty one off as I run into the dressing/bathroom. Pee fast, put clean shirt on, flush. Refill water bottle and run to my spot on stage.
My little area is very, well... little. I have a tall skinny end-table that has the monitor on it. The light board is on a rolling TV tray-like shelf about the size of a music stand. With about a two inch gap between myself and the light board, the curtain behind me is touching my back. Just before we started I bend over to make sure there's nothing on the floor I can trip over. The sound guy, not realizing I was there, tried to determine why there was a bulge in the curtain. It was my ass. I've been goosed in a theater before, but this was new. LOL! I jumped and then started laughing. He was a bit embarrassed.
The preview went off without much of a hitch. The guys sounded good, the orchestra was together, and most of my light cues were accurate. There's still a lot of fixing to do, but they're little things that only myself and the WATCH judges will notice. About halfway thru the show (85mins - no intermission) my feet started falling asleep. I'm trying to keep moving without being too distracting so I can keep the circulation going. Tonight I'll have a stool, which should help.
In the meantime I get an email from the director of the show that opens next week. Since last Friday was mostly useless, I'll be there tomorrow morning to write cues and finish up the focus. I just wish I could keep my eyes open. I'm so freakin' exhausted. A co-worker this morning said something about it. Not hi, hello, how are ya. More like "You look like shit. When was the last time you got some rest?" Yup. That pretty much sums it up.
If you're in the neighborhood, come see what I've put all this work into. It's a really fun show. Wear plaid.
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