Last night
Oct. 23rd, 2004 03:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinOpening night, with a frisson of jitters about an hour before overture, and then ... nothing.
Just hard work. Top of Act II, I felt like I finally started to nail my song - there were no bobbles, I felt like my voice was clear, and even though I wasn't pushing too hard, I felt like I was filling the theatre with it. I could hear the ping back from the seats, and the light was bright. The fog between me and the audience was unwelcome, for once. I wanted to see the people I was singing to.
A single rose after, from the director and staff, very pretty. It was revealed then, after the curtain call and blushy rush to change back into civvies, that we'd had a reviewer from the Reader, which was ... a little disconcerting. There were some serious bobbles and things, but apparently our sound was good, and we got some nice laughs. Who knows? The Reader never seems to like anything, and we're a nice little community theatre in the near west 'burbs. We had a huge pic in the Reader this last Thursday/Friday, though: took up a 1/3 of the page, it did.
Felt really good I nailed the song after that. We went to the Alehouse for food and drinks, and I took terrible pictures with the new digital, and I felt blue and tired and separate. Walking back to my car in the light drizzle late late late, meter ticking out in ten minutes, the streets slightly slick, the blue wrapped around my throat and coated my lips with whispers.
Just hard work. Top of Act II, I felt like I finally started to nail my song - there were no bobbles, I felt like my voice was clear, and even though I wasn't pushing too hard, I felt like I was filling the theatre with it. I could hear the ping back from the seats, and the light was bright. The fog between me and the audience was unwelcome, for once. I wanted to see the people I was singing to.
A single rose after, from the director and staff, very pretty. It was revealed then, after the curtain call and blushy rush to change back into civvies, that we'd had a reviewer from the Reader, which was ... a little disconcerting. There were some serious bobbles and things, but apparently our sound was good, and we got some nice laughs. Who knows? The Reader never seems to like anything, and we're a nice little community theatre in the near west 'burbs. We had a huge pic in the Reader this last Thursday/Friday, though: took up a 1/3 of the page, it did.
Felt really good I nailed the song after that. We went to the Alehouse for food and drinks, and I took terrible pictures with the new digital, and I felt blue and tired and separate. Walking back to my car in the light drizzle late late late, meter ticking out in ten minutes, the streets slightly slick, the blue wrapped around my throat and coated my lips with whispers.
