stressbucket
Written at 22:29 Edinburgh Time
So today Trevor walks in to the Trav - I can't remember if it was before or after I wrote my last post - and announces that there'd been a fire alarm go off at the rehearsal hall - where Breath[e] is running. Turns out there was too much smoke in the room, and it set it all off. It mostly came from the new smoke fluid we'd got to top up the fogger. Bad mix, I guess. The Fire Marshall came by the venue, and was going to make us cancel the show? the run? but because we'd already been running "for a fortnight" (that's a direct quote, according to Trev), he was going to let us continue. If it happened again, though, another alarm, he'd forbid us using the fog machine. Which would have killed the show. Anyway, Trevor managed to get a hold of some other stuff, lighter stuff, and the show went on, after cancelling the 15:00 show, for technical maintenance.
I've just finished running the 17:00 to 21:00 shows, and while usually I find running Breath[e] very relaxing, calming, meditative, whathaveyou, tonight it was anything but. Every time I shot off the fogger, I would wince, thinking the alarm was going to sound. I was anxiously tracking the slow rise of the fog, wondering if this was the show that was going to put us over. We altered how the fog is shot into the space, but to good effect, I think; there's a bit less of it, but it means there's more twistiness in it. It's a bit better looking, not just a haze.
So this is the end of a very long day, longer than usual, it seems. I still haven't had dinner, and the kitchen at the Trav is pretty much only serving nachos right now. I think it'll be a fish n' chips takeaway for me, this evening.
So today Trevor walks in to the Trav - I can't remember if it was before or after I wrote my last post - and announces that there'd been a fire alarm go off at the rehearsal hall - where Breath[e] is running. Turns out there was too much smoke in the room, and it set it all off. It mostly came from the new smoke fluid we'd got to top up the fogger. Bad mix, I guess. The Fire Marshall came by the venue, and was going to make us cancel the show? the run? but because we'd already been running "for a fortnight" (that's a direct quote, according to Trev), he was going to let us continue. If it happened again, though, another alarm, he'd forbid us using the fog machine. Which would have killed the show. Anyway, Trevor managed to get a hold of some other stuff, lighter stuff, and the show went on, after cancelling the 15:00 show, for technical maintenance.
I've just finished running the 17:00 to 21:00 shows, and while usually I find running Breath[e] very relaxing, calming, meditative, whathaveyou, tonight it was anything but. Every time I shot off the fogger, I would wince, thinking the alarm was going to sound. I was anxiously tracking the slow rise of the fog, wondering if this was the show that was going to put us over. We altered how the fog is shot into the space, but to good effect, I think; there's a bit less of it, but it means there's more twistiness in it. It's a bit better looking, not just a haze.
So this is the end of a very long day, longer than usual, it seems. I still haven't had dinner, and the kitchen at the Trav is pretty much only serving nachos right now. I think it'll be a fish n' chips takeaway for me, this evening.