Our final two performances of A View from the Bridge were sold out. But we didn't get to put it on because our Beatrice was hospitalized with the Whooping Cough. She was released yesterday, thank goodness, and hopefully is doing better.
Not the most uplifting way to close a show to be sure. If we had known that Thursday night would be our last show, we certainly would have gone out with a bang. There was a brief talk about me going in for Nicolle with script in hand and reducing the audience's ticket price but we chose not to go that route because of the sickness I've been fighting and the fact that I'm pregnant and can't overdo it. I know myself and I probably would have overdone it because I would have lost myself in the excellent acting going on and ... that's not the best thing for me right now and I have to start thinking selfishly for the little creature that's developing. Creature trumps theatre. Theatre's been number one for many, many years ... but this new life wins.
Thank you to the cast and crew that came to help out Saturday night and Sunday morning. We really appreciated it and Strike flew by at record speeds. Thank you to Bob Fisher for coming by on Saturday night as well. We enjoyed seeing and talking with ye.
We have our first Ensemble rehearsal tonight for The Skriker and I'm looking forward to it. We had a brief moment of despair on Friday night, as you read, but fortunately perspective came knocking and I'm feeling ever so positive and excited to work with our collaborators on this show, which might be our last show for a while now that we've got another personal production on its way.
Have a great Monday.