I’m freeeeeeee ahahahahaha
No, I had a great time. All the shows went really well, I had fun, I love everyone, and all that jazz.
Here’s a picture of me in my Act 2 costume (after joy has been brought into our lives):
(Half the braid is not my hair, har. Never done a show with a dedicated hair person before.)
(Also, the costume room/green room/hair & make-up room happens to be the preschool downstairs.)
Rumor says the fall production will be a play, or at least more of a play than the musical reviews we’ve done the last three years (two years of Christmas on Broadway, and then Forbidden Broadway last year which I noped out on), so fingers crossed.
Completing a show is kind of like completing a novel.
I feel like I’ve talked about this before, but I can’t find it, so we’re here again. I’ll explain.
A novel takes a ton of work. It’s several tens of thousands of words. It’s mentally taxing. It’s emotionally draining. It takes a lot of time.
And when it’s over there’s a bit of a period of…depression, almost. Like something huge is missing from your life, especially if it was something you’d been working on for a long time or had unexpected difficulties. And it can be hard to move to the next project, or to get out of your funk.
I’ve found shows are like that too. It’s not as bad with the current theater company, since we only rehearse a few times a week until the end (that last week of rehearsal/shows I spent 45 hours working on the show), but especially back in high school and college, when rehearsal was often every day for at least a few hours, usually for three months, the show ending was very, very jarring.
(And it does depend on novels, too. I’ve found that if I’m working on multiple things, there’s less of a weird period when I finish something up. Or if the writing was fairly smooth, in the great scheme of things.)
What do you think, squiders? Is it hard when you finish up something big? Or is it a relief to be able to move on to new things?
(As an added complication, my husband was in the hospital all weekend unexpectedly, so I split my time between the hospital and the show. It’s honestly mostly a relief to have that all over.)
Ugh, this month. Almost March, though. Just another week.
