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New venue, new view - Ldy, the lemony, ligerish ducttaparian's Magic Treehouse of Lost Thoughts
A classy broad's life... with footnotes.
ldy
ldy
New venue, new view
We did two shows yesterday. Last night's show was at the same old venue, with the same old lack of an audience.

But yesterday afternoon's show-- now THAT was SOMETHING.

photo of angel


It was at a small historic theatre in South Bumfus, NY-- about an hour out of cell range. The town was simply off the quaintmeter. Carriage houses with elaborate gingerbread, perfectly covered in snow... Oh, heavens.

photo of HallIt was a free show for anyone who might like to attend-- our work was paid for through grant money and donations. We had about forty people in the audience. They apologized that there were so few-- apparently, someone had misplanned and the firehouse was also having some function that same day.

The Hall was beautiful, and ancient. Gorgeous old murals adorned the walls, and antique carvings bedizened the proscenium arch . The stage commanded a reverence usually not suggested for secular places.

There was no space in the wings, and no space to walk behind the curtain, which changed all our entrances and blocking. And since it was an open, heavily windowed area in the middle of the day, lighting cues were kept to a bare minimum.

We improv'd a lot of the blocking, and because there was very little "real" lighting, we could see into the audience, and mucked with them when we could.

They loved it. They ate up every single second of it.

When we were done, we took our bows, then went offstage. To get offstage, we actually had to walk off the front of the stage, then down some worn old stairs to the greenroom. The audience was applauding raucously.

And they didn't stop.

photo of some old stepsAnd then they started stomping their feet. And hooting and hollering up a storm.

We all stared at each other in disbelief. They weren't just getting up or putting away the chairs, they were stomping their feet for us to come back.

Bemused, and thrilled, we went back up the stair and took another bow.

They were stomping their feet for us to come back.

They were stomping their feet for us to come back.

Oh, God, they were stomping their feet for us to come back!

And then they sang carols, and paid us for the pleasure.

It is for these moments that I act.

I'm feeling all kinds of: hungry hungry
What I hear: where is plasticlittle?

8 tall tales or Tell me a story
Comments
From: theres_that Date: December 21st, 2003 08:58 am (UTC) (permalink)
i wanna act with you!!

From: thisquietlife Date: December 21st, 2003 09:00 am (UTC) (permalink)
How wonderful!

and what a beautiful setting. :)

I am glad for you!
curiouscat2 From: curiouscat2 Date: December 21st, 2003 09:13 am (UTC) (permalink)
small town
big appreciation
From: thedreamingtree Date: December 21st, 2003 09:14 am (UTC) (permalink)
Hi this icon is your you bye.
From: thedreamingtree Date: December 21st, 2003 09:15 am (UTC) (permalink)
HI THIS ICON IS FOR YOU BYE.

:(

its early.

:(

From: short_ankh Date: December 21st, 2003 10:16 am (UTC) (permalink)

I know the feeling

I got a standing O once. The show was called "Quaint We Ain't" and it was written by a guy who wrote a series of true short stories of his life after he graduated from college and took the editor's position of a very small newspaper in a very small Texas town in the mid 60s.

It was hilarious, and it was also the only lead role I ever had.

The run was so successful that we ran it again for two (three?) weekends after the new year (might have been longer, but the venue was already booked for another show). We had a special pre-opening show for the playwright and practically all his extended family. They loved it, too.

That show and its response was pretty much all the validation I needed that I could have done much better for the SSC than they allowed me.
waning_estrogen From: waning_estrogen Date: December 21st, 2003 10:24 am (UTC) (permalink)
... give anything to see the grin on your face then ...
theraevyn From: theraevyn Date: December 21st, 2003 03:00 pm (UTC) (permalink)
I got a little misty-eyed! what a fabulous show!

I'm glad you got a chance to perform there and have that experience - it's just the right kinda pick-up before the holidays. =D
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