Feb ?? What day is it? They are all starting to bleed into each other. Work till midnight, fall into bed. Pray for sleep (those good old ear plugs!!). Actually, this morning I did Pilates with Kimberly. It felt great after too many slothful days. Well, not slothful, actually, but with no physical challenge.
We got to the second act today. It’s a complicated show technically so it’s slow going but when I’m not needed I go out into the audience to watch. I’m blown away by the set and the lighting. During earlier rehearsals, the ‘old-timers’ who’ve done it before told me I would feel cocooned in light and they were right.
Erik Steele, as Anton Schindler, Beethoven’s secretary is amazing. As I said in an earlier blog, he’s Cirque de Soleil by way of Dickens.
We should be ready to have a rough tech run through on Friday and then on Saturday we’re hoping to have a very small group of invited guests to watch the final run through before public previews begin on Monday. Moises assures me that people who come to previews know we are still working out the kinks and that they’ll be forgiving. I hope he’s right.
I was thinking today on my way to the theater how grateful I am just to be working, never mind doing something really exciting. So many aren’t. I ache when I read about the layoffs. I’ve lost a lot but it’s nothing compared to friends of mine who have lost everything they had because every penny they saved over their entire lifetimes was invested in one of Maddoff’s schemes. I read a few days ago that Maddoff was complaining that he felt like a prisoner in his own penthouse! I want to shake him till his teeth fall out. No matter what happens once this play opens, I won’t be complaining. I feel blessed.
I also feel tired. Enough.
See you next time.