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5. Second-time Playwright: Opening Night

April 17, 2011

I’m in the audience now. It’s a more relaxing place to be than in the director’s chair. Less to think about, less to take responsibility for. My words, other people’s actions.

I have a good sense already of how they’ll use my words. The actors’ interpretations have aligned with my own sensibilities from the start. That must mean that the words have always spoken for themselves. I know them all, yet every performance reveals hidden connections, underlying meanings, unplumbed depths.

Opening night, good. Only a few of us will are aware of the few places the flow went awry. The cast, seasoned professionals all, carried on as though this is how it’s always done.

It all works. The audience catches the laughs where they’re to be found, picks up on the somber introspections, sees something of themselves in the sad stories played out at the bar on the spare stage of the Fringe. The final moment—“Could be you!”–the signal insight, the ending message that there is hope for all of us, right in front of us if we only open our eyes to it.

Eyes lock on stage, then curtain, and a warm reception by the audience.

The playwright can relax.

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  1. April 17, 2011 4:07 pm

    Congratulations! Look forward 2 hearing more about it.
    Stars & rainbows 2 all,
    Camincha

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