I walked around the park yesterday, then sat on a bench and read my book. This fountain was in front of me and I couldn’t resist trying to capture it with my iPhone. It looks completely different in person, but this is what happens when you try to digitally capture flowing water. Sort of neat.
I had my eye on the carousel, but it was full of kids on a class trip. Maybe today.
Here I am, after more than 5 weeks, looking at my last full day in Hartford. Tonight is opening night. Tomorrow, Don comes to pick me up and I’m on my way back home. It’s been, for the most part, a wonderful experience. I’ve been reunited with actors I’ve worked with before and have met some wonderful new (to me) actors. The director and stage manager are old friends of mine. The theater staff is wonderful. The show is simply splendid. The other night, the audience started cheering before the curtain call even started.
Tonight, we’ll officially open and there will be a get-together afterward. Then everything will fade away as I leave Hartford and return to Mockingbird Hill Cottage. Freelancing in theater is like that: for a short time you are part of a communal process that creates a whole new world onstage. Then…poof!…it’s gone, never to be seen again. It’s the same way for everyone involved, but designers and coaches (like me) leave that world a little sooner than the actors.
For directors and coaches, the days leading up to opening are like weaning a child. We give less and less notes to the actors because we know it’s time for them to fly on their own. The last notes I gave were on Wednesday’s performance. At this point, it’s theirs.
And now I’m faced with the fact that I have no other theater work on the horizon.
That’s what makes this life so hard. So here I am, again, hoping I can get some kind of job back home. Wish me luck.
Have a wonderful Friday.