Too many loose ends. Still lines not memorized and that has me worried. A scene that isn’t memorized just doesn’t work. Duh. Some moments are classic and working really well…very funny, very moving, very human. The challenge is to get all of it at that depth.
What did W.C.Fields say about working with children? I love working with children, but there is an element of lack of consistency that always has me worried. Again…great moments…but not consistent…yet. Two of these guys are young and never been on stage before so I’m asking a lot of them.
Tempo is a current challenge. And the tempo can’t be controlled if the lines aren’t second nature. They’re close, but not yet second nature.
The set pieces are another element. Some volunteers haven’t been able to follow through so I’m behind in that. And the lights. And the sound. (We’ve found some great 1950s clips that will work really well…as soon as we have it ready.)
Linda is a huge help. It’s so great to be able for me to put down the script and not have to follow along…to be able to watch and analyze. The best part is when I can put down the pen and not have to write anything down and just enjoy the story. I put down my pen some last night! Yeah.
I’m concerned that we don’t wear out the cast/crew. Every day a rehearsal…that’s a lot for anyone of any age. These guys are troopers and putting everything into it. I haven’t heard one word of complaint.
Hunter got his haircut yesterday and was worried it would be too short. It looks great…I can remember having haircuts just like it in the late 50s.
Costumes are almost finalized.
Rehearsal tonight without two cast members. Hopefully we can focus on scenes without them. Tomorrow a long rehearsal with lights, sound, and full run. I’m hopeful.
Always concerned about attendance. A few performances are filling up nicely, but it would be lovely if every performance were packed.
I’ve told the cast about my experience seeing the show in Rochester: I laughed with 500 others in the audience…really deep healthy screaming laughed…then the next moment found tears running down my face. It happened in rehearsal last night. Eddie the oldest son finally is able to say what has been building up inside. He explodes and honestly pours out his response to the oppression supplied by his father. Just before that moment is sheer hilarity. There I sat laughing…and aching for this wounded child.

