The Boards - Friday, 8/08 @ 8pm - PERFORMANCE

[suit_of_sables]

Geoffrey doesn't know if he should open the box office.

After all, the news had said that they'd had their 'final performance'.  Which was utter nonsense and he was tempted to find the announcers and strangle them but he'd been doing so well lately it was probably just stress.  Yes.  Right.  No swans.  Right.

But he opens it anyway.

The night can

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Box Office

[suit_of_sables]

If the stupid crappy sign is out, well, can you blame him?

Re: Box Office

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah had to admit, she was a little surprised that she hadn't gone to see this earlier. Awful, terrible, bloody, horrible, hilarious revenge tragedy! But she supposed it just didn't work into her plans until tonight when she found herself bored and finally considered one of the posters she'd remembered seeing. She was considering bothering the Eel to go with her, but a short limp around his cabin showed that he was elsewhere, and she wasn't sold on the idea enough to look for him any more than that.

And, no, she still was clueless as to where he had actually ended up, which was probably a good thing. She should really get her nose out of a book and her ear to a radio. But as it were, she was only getting her hand on a ticket at the moment.

Re: Box Office

[montecito_east]

Mary's plans for the weekend had changed, and with nothing else to do on Friday night, she decided to see the play again. Besides, she was all about supporting the arts.

In the Seats

[suit_of_sables]

You even get more than one this time.

Re: In the Seats

[ecirpnellehada]

Adah had a seat near the stage.

Yes, she intended on taking notes on how realistically (if at all) the violence and mutilations were portrayed. She knew the play extremely well, worrisomely so, and those were her favorite parts.

Re: In the Seats

[perfectmissyork]

Charlotte knew that she'd probably much rather not see this play, familiar with it plenty enough as it was, but she had to not only support her fellow artists in the community, but she told Amber she'd be there tonight. Besides, having Dale there seeing it with her would make it a little better.

But it really was such an awful play, although she did appreciate the statements it was said to have; she didn't like the way it went, but she could look at it with her critical artistic eye.

And she really wasn't going to complain about having two reasons to get dressed up and go out with him before she left for New York, either.

Re: In the Seats

[pieandcoffee]

Dale took his seat next Charlotte and gave her a cheerful grin. "Well, it should be interesting to see what the local community has for the theater," he said with an optimistic tone.

[Small brief wee-tiny internet access until later! Decided to ping in! Woo!]

Backstage

[suit_of_sables]

If his actors didn't show up, there'd be a hole in the wall and a dent in his head.

Re: Backstage

[minnesota_teen]

Amber was at her dressing table, applying her stage make-up.

She was totally fine. Totally.

Re: Backstage

[rebelheartalien]

Michael showed up.

Re: Backstage

[not_a_mused]

It might almost seem as if there was trouble afoot, because it seemed as though the Cal Stephanides who came in for the performance today was an entirely different Cal Stephanides that had been there the prior ones. He almost seemed to be a good mood...in completely apathetic fashion, that was, as if he still wasn't sure he cared to be there, but at least he wasn't in a bad mood while he was.

The Play

[suit_of_sables]

Performances go HERE.

It's Titus Andronicus and we do it like so.

And the horses go HERE! And the flames will SPURT OUT HERE as the ghost FLIIIIIES---

Re: The Play

[minnesota_teen]

Tamora was held captive, taken prisoner, crying and pleading for the life of her first born son that Titus demanded to take.

She dropped to her knees (thank you knee pads), hard, tears staining her cheeks, and she pleaded, her wrists in iron as she was held back. "Stay, Roman brethen! Gracious conqueror, Victorious Titus, rue the tears I shed. A mother's tears in passion for her son!" she cried, her voice tainted with grief as it carried out across the audience and stage.

"And if thy sons were ever dear to thee, O, think my son to be as dear to me! Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome to beautify thy triumphs, and return captive to thee and to thy Roman yoke; but must my sons be slaughtered in the streets for valiant doings in their country's cause? O, if to fight for king and commonweal were piety in thine, it is in these." She shook her wrists, rattling the iron, sobbing. "Andronicus! Stain not thy tomb with blood! Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them then in being merciful. Sweet mercy is nobility's

Re: The Play

[inthereflexes]

Jack was better tonight. Not great, possibly a good if it was a sliding scale, but better. Clear. On the mark. Hell, his voice wasn't even as slow and drawly as it had been as he punched the role. And Lucius was calm, authoritative at the end, almost forgiving.

Notes

[suit_of_sables]

Act, you get notes.

Amber

[suit_of_sables]

"Very good," he said with a faint smile.

"Though I've been thinking about it, just sort of... you know, considering, that maybe you might wonder about Tamora's sanity a little. What's going on behind her eyes.

"We get to watch Titus's madness unfold but what about her?"

Jack

[suit_of_sables]

"Better," he said right off. "And I'm glad you're working on getting the character into the text. I hope to see more next performance."