I stretch a little more, and do some pirrhouettes, just to make sure I still can (I mean, I’ve been doing them for many years now, but there is always the irrational fear that once I step on stage, under that downward lighting, I will suddenly forget how to turn.
I read it here.
Ah yes, any performer can probably relate.
Me? I’m afraid I simply won’t remember how to finger a note, or I won’t know how to play at all any more. Or no sound will come out. Or or or …
Some of my fears aren’t irrational though; what with an oboe reed and all, you sometimes do have SoundFailure™, which is horribly frightening when it happens. (It’s really rare, of course. But just sometimes … sigh ….)
In an earlier entry she writes:
I am an actress on a first national tour. I love it, love it, love it. But somewhere along the line, it went from I have a show tonight to I am going to work tonight. Because make no mistake about it: it’s work. Work that is consuming, challenging, rewarding, and amazing–but utterly, work.
Yes. Indeed.
And yes, I’m blogging in between rehearsal and afternoon performance. It was so hot on the stage I decided I really needed to get home and have a very quick shower. I’ve had a bit of lunch, I’ll hop in the shower, and then I head on back. I’ll try to count the number of planes that fly over us this afternoon. We are right beneath them as they come in to the San Jose airport, wouldn’t ya know?
