First rehearsalIt will generally be pretty chaotic but *should* include a greeting session where the cast is established and the director and stage manager are introduced, an initial read-through of the script, and possibly a discussion of what the director hopes to have in the way of a finished product ( Read more... )

Congratulations! You've been selected to stage manage a production.

Now what?

This initial post will deal with practicalities - things you'll need to do and acquire.

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Have been having internet issues at the Coast. Silly little USB broadband stick doesn't seem to like my computer. Such is life ( Read more... )

( What I'll be doing next year )

( Yes, writing out the monologues helps with my retention thereof. )

My little laptop has died, so I have access to almost none of my music - I've got a couple of dozen CDs that aren't in storage and that's about it.

The final week of production is upon us and once more I'm doing up my traditional soundtrack, listing as followed, music that I'm lacking marked with a *.

1. Dan: Girl; Jim Sturgess (Across The ( Read more... )

Satan has long been known as the Adversary, but God fears women even more than He fears the devil - and is right to. She, with her power to bring life into the world, was truly made in the image of the Creator, not man, and in all ways has proved Herself a more deserving object of man's worship than Christ, that unshaven fanatic who lusted for the ( Read more... )

Witnessed today at bump in: one of our stars attempting to open a paint tin ... with an open pair of scissors. The senior stage manager and I retired to the balcony out the door on the other side of the room (well out of range) and tried to smother our laughter with cigarettes. The set designer/builder/technical manager suggested, kindly, in the ( Read more... )

The Lair v3.0 is officially no more. Sadly, wolveshoard and I were unable to find alternative arrangements before the end date, so we're currently squatting in a shed on property belonging to his parents in the middle of nowhere (south of Lost and west of Freezing To Death). In further evidence of the gods treating my life as their own private sitcom, ( Read more... )

Bleh. I hereby declare "Slipping in and out of consciousness in between dashes to the toilet" to be the worst way to spend a long weekend. Wish I knew what caused it - the baby brought home a gastro virus Thursday night that only kept him and then his dad sick for less than 24 hours each, but I'm still going after three damn days. I didn't eat ( Read more... )