Where to start?

Second Week of the Run Complete. I was totally wrapped up in the show this past week. SO wrapped up that I went to bed angry and cursing this Blog saturday night. I lay in bed pouring out expletives until I fell asleep, not the best way to journey off into dream land I suppose, but being tired and sitting painfully on the boarder of feeling like I had to much to say and at the very same time nothing to say at all, nothing would bring itself to the page. However I've decided that because this Blog has made me angry and want to ditch it, that it is something I can learn a lot from pursuing. Ironically, it seems that the things that get under our skin are our best teachers. 

Something that I've struggled with during the show is the time in waiting. 30 to places, 20 to places, 10, 5, and then 30 to 40 minutes off stage every show which comes in one hunk right in the middle of the show. Every actor seems to deal with the time a different way. Some look over and over their script, saying the lines under their breath; that's certainly not me. One day perhaps I'll look back on this time when lines stuck in my head like glue and were unshakeable, but today is not that day. Some actors chatter frivolously about anything that comes to mind, some of it play related, most theater related, some nothing related. Then of course their are actors who completely isolate themselves for the entirety of the show, locked in their thoughts and feelings, and often strict routine. I fall somewhere in-between the latter two. On one hand I feel as though the work is done and any mulling about in my own thoughts, sealed tightly off from those that I'm to be listening and hanging on each and every word of on stage is just a lack of trust and confidence of what has already been accomplished and can be improved "on stage" each night. On the other hand, I feel as though attention to the play is entirely beneficial to what happens on stage and should be maintained throughout. What the best balance is I have yet to determine, and I'm confident that I have time and experience to discover that answer. I am the youngest member in this professional cast by a range of 13 to 40 years. Last night I was worn out enough by the time that 30 to 40 minute break came around that I spent a little over half of it asleep in-front of the video monitor in the green room. 

PS - the picture on this post. I've been quite annoyed with the pathetic automatic nature of this Nikon, Joe-Schmo-picture-machine. It just takes pretty flat, general pictures, and I personally feel like a tourist taking them, holding the camera out like a TV wall between myself and the focal point rather than looking through a view finder window into a photo dimension. If I could afford a new digital SLR great, but as I sit typing on a new Mac Book Pro, it's neither something I can or want to do. So at no expense, I have acquired an old and antiquated 50mm "FILM CAMERA" What! Film? I'm enjoying the ability to not be married to battery life because it needs none. There is also some magic in having to wait to see what came of those little exposures, and some value in having to choose what's truly photo worthy as opposed to what we're becoming accustomed to, firing away at any and everything with no care in the world thanks to infinite space and ability to delete. I'm enjoying the experience and value of revisiting another era. I'll see how the pictures come out. 

~Drew Perrin