What the ... Hell Week?

Well, when did we get here? Sunday. The last Sunday rehearsal. And we open on Friday.

The Thanksgiving break was desperately needed, although we didn't have access to the theater for four whole days and therefore had no rehearsals. And one actor has been gone all week, so we have to put him back in Sunday night.

And we have no live accompaniment on Monday night, and we don't start with the band until Tuesday night.

Yeah, I'm worrying about a few things ...

The good thing is, the show is so short we can run it twice a night, so we actually have ten run-thrus instead of just five. Also, since my stage manager and I are both unemployed, we can set lights during the day. The only advantage of being under-employed.

The set and costumes are coming together, sound is being set the next two nights, so I think if I can finish making all the props we need, we just might pull this off.

My youngest older sister Patty is coming to town from Colorado this week and will be coming to see the show (and what her brother does with the time he should be using for something else a little more financially stable).

I'm just about past the final panic push and into the "calm acceptance and get the show up there the best it can be" point. I usually don't get to the calm point until Wednesday of Hell Week.

But I have a ton of real life stuff accounting for the stress lately. Just no more room for any stress about the show.

The kids are doing a really good job onstage. I just need to give a little more guidance so the general staging has a little more focus.

And so I shall. And so shall I continue making the props and painting the set and theater at all hours for our Friday opening.

So ... yeah, I'm pretty calm. And I'll hold off on the excitement until Friday night.

Almost there. From one night in March when I challenged myself to write a whole show in one month, to opening night.

One question: what happens after we close on the 12th?