the blood, the sweat, the tears, the late late nights, the early starts

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Tonight is opening night! And I will not be eating dinner because I haven't the time. (No, seriously. I have class from 3:15-5:45 and have called my crew for 5:45 because we need the time to get the plastic screen shrink-wrapped, the stage mopped, and so on.)

Boston folks: Come to Weston this weekend for a great, emotional show! Thursday through Saturday at 7:30, with additional matinees on Saturday and Sunday at 2:00.


Some random factoids about this show:

Tallest member of our cast: the thirteen-year-old boy who's playing an eight-year-old
Length of show: almost exactly one hour
Number of lighting cues: approximately 115
Number of music cues: 19, not counting volume changes within sound cues
Number of dolls created specifically for this show: nine
Number of set pieces: five (three toy boxes/flats, one boat, one chair that gets moved on solely for the hospital scenes)
Number of cast members: six (three Regis students, one thirteen-year-old, one Regis alum, one professional actor)
Number of crew members running show: six (one stage manager (me!), one sound tech, one light tech, two backstage hands, one house manager, all Regis students)
Number of tests what I have blown because of this show: one, probably. Today's Brit Writers midterm. *flail* I barely finished, I'm so tired and I can't think about anything but this show...


The cast and crew party will be after tomorrow night's show. Strike will, obviously, be after Sunday afternoon's show, and shouldn't take long. It will take even less time if Evan tells us which flats he wants us to leave up for Dracula (the show that comes in after us--Evan is T.D.ing it).


On Monday I will be DEAD. Just so you're all forewarned. Then again, after Monday my brain will be my own again and this journal will probably return to being mostly fandom-squee. Like, I seriously have to squee about Olive/Alfredo soon and my hope that they get a musical number together and cry about Juliet and Jeremy's breakup and so forth. But later. When The Yellow Boat releases my brain.