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gilanaWell, it's over.
The last shows of the run went really well; the Friday nights performance was excellent, Saturday afternoon was, while still a little odd starting in daylight, much stronger than the week before, and the final show kicked theater butt. And it was by far my strongest personal performance. I got all my lines, I creeped the hell out of people crawling up and down the aisles, I was able to focus and react to what was happening on stage while I was not speaking... and I had a really intense experience I've never had before.
During the murder, the chorus is hidden away in a large room behind the facade of the pipe organ, screaming our lungs out. I usually try to work myself into a dark and despairing place for that piece, and it usually comes out with some genuine emotion. But last night... last night I actually scared myself. I don't know what dark place I went to, but this raw pain and horror was coming out of me. Tears were rolling down my face, words were coming out as half sobs, and the last phrase, which I usually end on a controlled yell, crescendoed of its own volition into an unearthly screech. I was left shaking and trying to get myself together enough to go back downstairs to get into a place of peaceful joy for the final piece. And I did; by the time we were on stage again I was filled with a quiet serenity, and it felt so good to look over at my fellow women of Canterbury with joy and love and feel all that we had accomplished together.
Strike went amazingly quickly and easily due to Elizabeth's meticulous organization and allocation of her forces, and I was at the cast party (hosted by the lovely and gracious![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pheromone) by about 11:30. I had four whole drinks (which is more than I usually have by three), so I was having a great time dancing and cuddling and chatting with people, and was one of the last to leave at 5:30am -- something else that never ever happens.
I've made some new friendships that I know will continue, enriched some old ones, learned so much about what I'm capable of both onstage and off, and had a hell of a good time. Thanks to everyone in the cast and crew, to everyone who came to see the show, and most of all tolillibet for once again having a vision and making it a thing of joy for those around her. E, any show you ever want me in, I'm there in a heartbeat. I'll trust you that it won't suck next time. :)
Moments of Peace - Gregorian
The last shows of the run went really well; the Friday nights performance was excellent, Saturday afternoon was, while still a little odd starting in daylight, much stronger than the week before, and the final show kicked theater butt. And it was by far my strongest personal performance. I got all my lines, I creeped the hell out of people crawling up and down the aisles, I was able to focus and react to what was happening on stage while I was not speaking... and I had a really intense experience I've never had before.
During the murder, the chorus is hidden away in a large room behind the facade of the pipe organ, screaming our lungs out. I usually try to work myself into a dark and despairing place for that piece, and it usually comes out with some genuine emotion. But last night... last night I actually scared myself. I don't know what dark place I went to, but this raw pain and horror was coming out of me. Tears were rolling down my face, words were coming out as half sobs, and the last phrase, which I usually end on a controlled yell, crescendoed of its own volition into an unearthly screech. I was left shaking and trying to get myself together enough to go back downstairs to get into a place of peaceful joy for the final piece. And I did; by the time we were on stage again I was filled with a quiet serenity, and it felt so good to look over at my fellow women of Canterbury with joy and love and feel all that we had accomplished together.
Strike went amazingly quickly and easily due to Elizabeth's meticulous organization and allocation of her forces, and I was at the cast party (hosted by the lovely and gracious
pheromone) by about 11:30. I had four whole drinks (which is more than I usually have by three), so I was having a great time dancing and cuddling and chatting with people, and was one of the last to leave at 5:30am -- something else that never ever happens.I've made some new friendships that I know will continue, enriched some old ones, learned so much about what I'm capable of both onstage and off, and had a hell of a good time. Thanks to everyone in the cast and crew, to everyone who came to see the show, and most of all to
lillibet for once again having a vision and making it a thing of joy for those around her. E, any show you ever want me in, I'm there in a heartbeat. I'll trust you that it won't suck next time. :)Moments of Peace - Gregorian
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Date: 2004-11-14 08:33 pm (UTC)