April 2011, at dinner break on the first day of tech (when a
show moves from the rehearsal room to the stage and all the design
elements -- lighting, sound, costumes, projections, set, etc. -- are
incorporated into the production) on the first fully produced and teched
show for which I was the Production Stage Manager (as opposed to the
Assistant Stage Manager or a production assistant), and therefore the
one running tech:
Me, to my fiancé, in a text: I made it to dinner break! And no one's yelled at me yet, and they don't seem mad at me.... So I think I'm doing okay and not messing up too badly.... I'm still breathing.
Me, to my fiancé, in a text: I made it to dinner break! And no one's yelled at me yet, and they don't seem mad at me.... So I think I'm doing okay and not messing up too badly.... I'm still breathing.
August 2015, dinner break of tech on a show for which I was brought in to help guide a young stage management team just starting out:
Designer, to me: What? You're leaving?
Me:
Yeah. They [the stage managers] don't need me anymore. I'm like Mary
Poppins. When they don't need me, it means I've done my job well and I
just quietly fly away.
.....What a difference four years makes....
.....What a difference four years makes....
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