It’s a gamble all this, isn’t it? Who doesn’t like a good gamble though. Tonight was the second show. Second shows live in a world of their own, often on a different rhythm, surviving, or finding independence from the adrenaline of the opening. Can be good and can be bad. There were a few changes made this afternoon. The birdies had to be pushed further away. Birdies have been part of all three shows, this trilogy that I have embarked on with my mother..I have birdies, which are footlights really, usually on the edge of the stage. At the frontier with the house. Here, they were more on stage than usual so we had to push them back towards the edge- it was my decision- to give a little more space in the front. The wing had to be reduced a little too- but that’s another story. And. I had to check Georgina for one of her legs came undone yesterday, and tonight too, she s been pretty unpredictable lately. Georgina is a beast made of coat racks. Perhaps all this will become clear at some point. I also had to check on one of the judges, the one who refused to leave his hand on my head on opening night. What was that about? Props have been unpredictable as of late. I’ll be able to venture in the city more tomorrow I think.
Too much jargon perhaps. Group dynamics can sometimes become a beast of their own. Georgina is built on stage, one coat rack at a time, and in the end, she is a sort of beast, made of all the coat racks. One leg unhinged itself yesterday night and tonight too, so she’s been walking like a wounded animal.
It was a good audience again.
We will be celebrating two birthdays tomorrow after show! Proof that we are all still alive, you reading this, and us, here. That s pretty jolly. So here s to that. I hope your wings are comfortable, and that you have birdies here and there…. Forgot to mention that the bed camp I mentioned in my previous post was offered by my father, who simply swears by it. Good night.