We're moving into the theatre tomorrow to begin the mad dash towards opening next. It will be a flurry of tulle skirts and a haze of gelled lights and people yelling in code and shoes that were never meant to be worn by actual humans and I absolutely can't wait. Why? Because I get to be a pretty pretty princess in a gorgeous dress. For about three minutes. But it makes up for the red mohawk and punk gear that I have to sport in my first appearance onstage. And the scooter (read: deathtrap) I have to ride while singing. For my next trick, I will juggle knives while singing 'Glitter and be gay.' Any takers?
There's a lot of stress coming my way over the next two weeks between rehearsals and production and auditions and flights to and fro, I'm trying very hard to stay focused on what I do. As I told a friend today, making a 'concerted effort' to stay positive is sometimes one part 'concerted effort,' and two parts 'pour me a cocktail' and 'kick my ass to the gym.' Whatever floats the orange in my Weizen. The music is great, the direction is great, and even though I'm not always ecstatic about their offstage behaviour, my colleagues are pretty darn good at what they do. I suppose you can't ask for much more than that.
This is also the first holy week that I've sat out in probably fifteen years. I almost forgot that last Sunday was Palm Sunday altogether, especially with all of the hubub leading up to St. Patrick's Day and the push toward tech week. At the lunch table someone made a reference to one of our admins talking about how he could only be at tech until a certain hour and then would have to go to church. I miss my church family. Even though the rehearsals for this week were always long and difficult, I've always found Easter to be a very rewarding experience, especially if you do the long push from Maundy Thursday through the Vigil and into the morning. Once I discovered allergy medicine (get behind me, Easter lilies!) it made the morning a snap. And down South, a girl is just dying to break out her white linen dress. I'll be the one humming 'Easter Parade' while setting the table.
The snow is still melting in Boston and I suspect that I'll be very shell-shocked by the time Sunday rolls around. But even if you're not a religious person, I invite you to spend a few days taking stock of your life. Let go of old grudges and tell your family you love them. Cut someone some slack, cut yourself some slack, and be supportive of a friend in need. And eat some chocolate bunnies. It's good for the soul, any time of the year.
I send my love to my friends and family back East, down South, and abroad. Even if I don't say it, I'm thinking of you.
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