Insurrection! →[More:] Dramatic Dispatch: okay, the show opens in three days. Director is so nasty and personal in his notes from Sunday's run-thru that the lead in our show took him aside and said people were ready to quit the show. (I being one of them). So, last night, he was sugar incarnate. Of course, it was spun sugar, confectioner's sugar, and highly false, but better than the personal attacks which are more in his comfort zone.
So we're all out there last night on stage, in pouring rain until it got bad enough to call it off. Muddy, bedraggled actors now have their vehicles stuck in the muck late at night. Fire drill ensues.
We finally get out of there at 11:30pm, and I'm driving along with one of my castmates who used to be a Lt. Col. Army Ranger guy, and he's talking about his career and the men he's lost while thick tendrils of white mist are undulating out of the dark and enveloping our car.
A spooky and transcendant night for all of us.