So yesterday, Sunday, completed our first week of shows. I came home, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and fell asleep for about a half hour. I woke up disoriented. Had I missed a cue? Was I supposed to be on stage or backstage? After a few minutes of realizing where I was and why.... I began to get my bearings. I was home. The shows for the week were over. My regular life is supposed to resume. I realize people are talking to me and it is not dialogue. Colors seem a little muted now. My heart isn't racing as fast. Is that good? I'm not sure.... I know it's different.
Today will be the first day in a long time when there is nothing to do regarding the show. Yeah, answer e-mails and try to get more tickets sold for the next two weeks, but no rehearsals, no seeing my other cast members, no going to the theater..... Sigh...... I feel a little lost.
Yeah, I'm going to jump back into my normal routine, but I'm looking forward to Friday. Is that sick?
This last weekend was wonderful. Everything that I could have hoped for. And I am thrilled that my cast mates had such a terrific experience at it as well. This was/is really good theater. This is how it is supposed to be. As I always said... Have we got story for you. Come on... Friday!!! Four more days to go.