I'm lagging on the posting. Jeez.
Basically, we are now just running the show. Which is awesome. Thank god that line nightmare is over. (For the most part.) Now, if I could only stop having laughing fits on stage.
We are in the midst of fine tuning things. Most recently, our off stage dialogue. Not our backstage gossip sessions. Which really isn't gossip at all. (We mostly talk about food cleanses and drugs.) Our actual offstage dialogue. Almost every character has a line or two that is supposed to come from somewhere offstage: the shower, a bedroom, the kitchen, the driveway, etc.. Prior to today, we all sounded like we were in the same room (because we were). Yet, we were all expecting a different effect. So, Carver (Wouldn't you know?) started experimenting with variations of doors open and shut, to get different sound effects.
And it worked! The problem was remembering what door was shut or open during our line. T.L. wrote them down, but he was in the audience by the time we started. And most of us forgot which variation we settled on. My favorite conversation backstage was this:
"Wait- Which door was open for the driveway?" said Jen Albert.
"The bathroom door's closed and the stage door is open three inches and we yell facing the stage," Carver informed us.
"Wait- Three inches? How do you remember it was three inches?" I asked.
"One, two, three," he showed me with his fingers between the door and the frame.
"I mean, don't get me wrong- There's nothing wrong with your three inches," I retorted, "I just don't know how you remembered that."
And that is all I will say about that. I have vowed to try and make less fun of Carver.
It is very difficult.
He is growing a beard.
That he's turning into mutton chops and a handle bar mustache.
I'm done.
I promise.
For now.
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