The Morning After
June 13, 2009
Doing a play is an exercise in Zen Buddhism, I am convinced.
We are about to enter a five show weekend (Friday evening, two shows on Saturday and Sunday), our first since a successful opening (more on what that actually means later). I arrive at the Music Center, a beautiful Lincoln Center-esque complex with three performance spaces including my place of employment, usually in the early evening. I witness the many well-dressed folk, milling about the fountain and food stands, ready to enjoy their evening of entertainment. They are on dates, with family and friends, sipping wine or careful not to smudge their lipstick, but they have all put their obligations behind them. I, on the other hand, am just getting started. (I’ve been sleeping late on this theater schedule, but not that late… I’m talking about alertness, standing at the gate before the gunshot).
