On Time.

We had a beautiful opening night for Cyrano de Bergerac. The weather, the audience, the gorgeous set and costumes, the cast. Fantastic! We just opened Twelfth Night, last night now, though it only came down 97 minutes ago. Again, a lovely evening with uproarious laughter filling the air in San Diego. Marvelous feeling. Marvelous company. I say, "Hooray."

One more to open, then the next stage begins. (So to speak...)

There are 4 distinct parts to creating a piece of theatre. The first is prep and rehearsal. We spent 5 long weeks in a basement rehearsing our three shows. The second is tech/dress, 15 actual working days, where we work out all the ins and outs, the costumes and the cues, and as a second thought do a little more acting work. The third is, of course, Final Dress and Previews. (An additional 15 working days.) We finally get to add that missing element. You, dear reader. The audience. We need you and we depend on you to let us know when something is working and maybe more importantly, when something is not. We still have time, this precious preview time, to fix what is lacking, so, by opening we can present a fully realized piece of art. Fourth and finally, our gift to you and our gift to ourselves. We get to run all three in repertory for 12 weeks. Fantastic and Glorious.

We are now very close. 2 down, 1 to go. Send us all your good "break a leg" wishes. (Break a leg... means: on your 3rd ovation, you do not simply bow, you "break a leg" you bow deeper, with appreciation for your audience. When you say to an actor, "Break a leg" what you are saying is "I hope you get a standing ovation." These things get lost in time.)

Hell, I get lost in time. If somebody didn't comment that the next day was a day off (and therefore Monday) I'm not sure I would ever know where I was in time.

And yet, I am always on time.