Brutal But Not Fatal
I am in rehearsal for a site-specific show that takes place in a mortuary (an actual, working mortuary---gardens, halls, a chapel, a two-story mural hallway, offices, a gallery, and, across the street, a large cemetary). The audience gathers to participate in a framing show that sets this up as taking place on a night when the dead can commune with the living, then gets separated into three groups to be led around the grounds to experience three different short plays. This means that I get to perform my piece three times a night, and that the whole event has to be coordinated so groups don't cross paths and so that the screaming from the graveyard doesn't interfere too much with the shrieking in the garden and the moaning in the mural hall.
Yesterday was what they call the "orchestration rehearsal," when all three pieces get done three times in order to work out timing and kinks and overlap. It was held during the day, as the lighting and special effects and sound (and, thankfully, costumes and gory effects) haven't been folded in yet.
And it was 104 degrees outside.
Thank god for icewater, and sunglasses. and sunblock, and whatever bits of shade we could find along the way, because it was pretty brutal. No one passed out, but I am VERY glad that I am not in one of the fight scenes, don't have to dance or run, and wasn't in costume (a full nun's habit---which they tell me I will be very grateful for later in the run when the nights start getting cold).
Ah, the glamorous life!!!
Yesterday was what they call the "orchestration rehearsal," when all three pieces get done three times in order to work out timing and kinks and overlap. It was held during the day, as the lighting and special effects and sound (and, thankfully, costumes and gory effects) haven't been folded in yet.
And it was 104 degrees outside.
Thank god for icewater, and sunglasses. and sunblock, and whatever bits of shade we could find along the way, because it was pretty brutal. No one passed out, but I am VERY glad that I am not in one of the fight scenes, don't have to dance or run, and wasn't in costume (a full nun's habit---which they tell me I will be very grateful for later in the run when the nights start getting cold).
Ah, the glamorous life!!!