A Night at the Opera
Well... okay, not the opera, per se, but working the door at the Thibodaux Playhouse for this summer's musical, The Spitfire Grill. As a member of the Board of Directors, I am required to sell tickets at least once per production, if it's a production I'm not involved in. I actually enjoy doing it -- gives me a chance to coverse with our patrons a bit more than we do when I'm on-stage.
A few of the board members asked me tonight if I would be interested in directing a show next season the way I did It Runs in the Family this year. A few others asked me which shows I wanted to audition for, because (being friends) we were hoping to get in a cast together. I gave them all the same answer -- I'm dying to get back. I haven't been on stage since last summer's The Pajama Game, which means this is the first season without me performing in years. And what's more, I loved directing too -- I had a lot of fun doing it and, with all due humility, I think I did a pretty darn good job. I want to do it again.
But until I've got my job situation nailed down, I can't commit. I have no idea what my schedule is going to be in the coming months, and I would rather not get involved at all than start working on a show and then have to back out. I've been in plenty of shows where a cast or crew member has done that and, even when they have a legitimate reason for doing so, it makes things a hell of a lot harder on the actors and crew left behind.
So unless Ronée manages to sell the manuscript for my next book, Lost in Silver, for several hundred thousand dollars in the next few weeks, thereby removing all potential scheduling problems, I keep looking.