It's just been...well, hell week. Monday was a speed through, Tuesday a full run through with costume, and yesterday a full run through with everything.
Tonight we will focus on certain problem areas, I'll teach the curtain call, and then I'll let everyone leave--hopefully at a reasonable hour. I've taken Friday off from work to rest up for the night.
That only leaves one thing to talk about: how is it actually going?
It's funny. Weeks ago, I had this vision of how "putting it together" would seem. I imagined the thrill of getting to this point, once again, and this time with a show I really care about, really like. In my vision, I had time to sit down and really take in the thrill of the victory that we had achieved. And I could feel it--really feel it! The hairs on my arms would stand up, and I would almost have tears in my eyes.
In reality, I'm calling the show. I'm bellowing out orders to set and lighting and sound and spot guys. It's good stuff, and necessary, but the overarching feeling that I'm having, between the two of us, dear diary, is just...must...get...sleep...
It's not that I'm feeling nothing. I'm proud of what they've done. It's thrilling to watch the dances and hear the voices. It's going to be an incredible show. Everyone has worked their asses off. My leads are wonderful. But Teddy's spent five months of his life getting to this point, and he has a vision now of spending hours on his sofa, playing the couch potato, or scribbling away.
But there's time enough for that in the years to come. I'm going to make it a point to really enjoy these next few days, these five performances, knowing that it's the end of one really fabulous adventure.