We only have a few more days to go before the show opens. Tempers are flaring kaleidoscopically, energy levels are dropping at an alarming rate and the molehill / mountain converters are running at full capacity.
Il Direttore has taken to holding his head in his hands and whimpering about how things are just going from bad to worse. He is quite correct, though. Things are starting to unravel and even the strongest of us are feeling a bit frayed around the edges. Of course, the decline is due in no small part to his particular style of directing. He kind of subscribes to the ‘carrot and stick’ school of motivation, but it looks like he missed out the first half of the course altogether.
In a recent fit of pique, he greeted the news of a technical hitch by flinging his notes down on the stage and declaring, “Well, then we might as well not bother having the rehearsal!” Unfortunately, his pronouncement was more for dramatic effect than an actual indication of intent, so we ended up having the sodding rehearsal anyway. Frankly, I think we would have all benefited more from the break.
After we had finished up that evening, one of the other cast members really put it best when she said, “Well, see you all tomorrow – for more drama“.