Why would I do that?

Why would I do that?

I was recently asked, in light of my last few posts on the show, why I would speak of a. my attempt at perfection, and b. pointing out the flaws of the performances while doing this.  Some have even asked if I am concerned that people may think the show is less than any other theatre or amateur-ish in sharing the dirty laundry.

I respond thusly:

What I love about the stage is that sometimes, whether it’s a Broadway show or a local high school production, things happen and watching how an actor deals with them recover is exciting.  This is also a sign of how prepared they are.  For example, when my partner and I celebrated our 11th anniversary in New York, we watched the original cast of Wicked, sans Kristin Chenoweth, on the first day we arrived.  During the scene where Glinda confronts Elphaba each woman is holding her weapon of choice, a large wand and a broom respectively, and they circled around each other.  Then almost as though it were a pair of nun-chucks Glinda began to twirl her wand.  But then, it got snagged on her dress!  So she threw the wand down and put up her dukes.  This was such a memorable moment of that performance, without question! The audience laughed, cheered, and then applauded that whole moment.  It was incredible.  But to see that the woman playing Glinda never looked like she wasn’t in control the entire time blew me away.  The first thing that I said to Perry as we left the theatre was, “How did she not freak out?!?”

So, to answer the questions.  I am aiming for perfection each and every night so that I know in my heart that I have put everything I can to creating a solid performance for each show.  While I may only now be speaking of this goal of perfection, I have to admit, it’s one that I try to do every single performance.  I want to feel like I’ve worked as hard as I could to make that patron leave happy and that the ticket was worth it.  Because what is Art if it has no heart?   This of course leads to the question, ‘if you are noticing all the things you did wrong, aren’t you removed from the moment on stage?’ Um, no.  Well, if I was only worried about spitting out memorized lines, then maybe yes that would be the case.  But I am so familiar with everything that my version of Bert Bratt is that when it feels off, I just make a little mental note and think about it when I am off stage.

I admit, I understand why they ask these questions.  No, I am not concerned about the quality of the show.  We have very strong performers in the cast who are wonderful people to work with and make this production a joy to be a part of.  But I have never said the show isn’t great.  I speak solely of my mishaps and weird stumbles, which have been trivial in the overall picture of the show.  Who’s going to remember those things happening? No one.  That’s how minor they are.  Am I really sharing dirty laundry if I am speaking only of myself?  I think not.  I am stating facts, not theories.  I know that I did these things wrong and I recovered well from them.  Did anyone in the audience see? Don’t know, but I doubt it.

I point out my flaws because that’s the beauty of live theatre.  You never know what is going to happen.  No show will ever be duplicated.  Ever.  The audience is always different and as such we as actors react a little differently too.  What if a moment happened on stage that was pure accident, like the Wicked one, that leaves such an impression on someone?  I often comment at how bad my memory is, but that moment in the show is so clear and vivid, I still can see it and smile.  Things like that, then become a shared experience.  Something to connect you to other people. And deep down inside all of us, there’s a need to be connected to others.  A need to know that we aren’t alone.  And that little experience you’ve shared with others is a very small but comforting thought when you think about it on a cosmic scale.

Argh! One weekend left and the pursuit of perfection is still on!

This afternoon after leaving Yamagami’s Nursery, I hopped in the car and set out for the theatre and this afternoon’s matinee.  But as I was heading southbound on Hwy 85, I began to feel sluggish and a case of the “boy am I tired’s” hit me like a ton of bricks.  My body was sore from the Zohar rehearsal for the winter showcase and from the week off of the show, and from my gym workout after a 3 week break on Saturday.

But sure enough, as I get into place for the opening of the show, the lovely Roberta gives me a pep talk and I am raring to go.  And go we did.  Weeeellllllll, until after my first exit. Hahahaha.  When I come back on stage with Finch, we totally forgot what it was that I was supposed to say. Actually let me rephrase that.  I knew the line, but it always trips me up because the way that it’s written.  It’s written as “My secretary will take care of the forms and getting your particulars.”  For me, I feel like saying “My secretary will take care of getting the forms and your particulars.”  It’s that one little word: getting.  And what came out of my mouth was “My secretary will uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..getting your particulars and filling out the forms.”  I swear that “uh” felt like the longest moment in the world!

Then I began to joke and say that I would make it a character choice and go on the rest of the show and use that randomly throughout.  Like, “Well, uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, this is something.”  Or better yet, as I am singing: “A secretary is not uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh a toy.”

Just be sure that the “uh” sound like and old dry wooden door opening.  Had to make sure you had that imagery in there for ya.

Other than that, the only other thing that I can knit pick is that I was early during that same dance break that I rolled my ankle on last night.

The audience was small but mighty!  People came out in to the lobby in such high spirits it was wonderful to see and the hear how much they enjoyed themselves.  I am so happy, but with that in mind, we have to get the word out about this show to have our last two performances sold out.  So if you would be so kind and please write a review of the show on Artsopolis, I can’t tell you how much all of us in the H2$ family would appreciate it.  After today’s performance, I got to meet a number of wonderful people who did happen to enjoy themselves so a special shout out to Bijou and Bo.  A lovely young duo how were very knowledgeable about theatre and all the little things that we accomplished that some people may have missed.

If you haven’t been able to make it out to the show, I would personally like to invite you to come out and watch the show.  Also, let me know if you are coming so I can be sure to look for you after and thank you personally.   I hope to see you there on Friday on better yet, closing night!