Oh, really? You want to know how the LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER San Francisco show went?
I’ve been resisting writing the wrap-up mainly because I don’t want to wrap it up. And also, do you know how difficult it is to wrap up moonbeams and fairy dust and love and magic and beauty? I can barely wrap a Star Wars Lego set, but I suppose it’s time for me to put a bow on the experience and set it free.
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER let me remember the fun and excitement and energy of performing. Of an audience listening to my words. The show itself was Christmas morning when you were five and that roller-skating show that you performed in the garage and the spelling bee you won and waking up and realizing holy cow it’s your 10th birthday and that time you were the Little Mermaid in the ballet show. It was walking out on stage and knowing the audience was with you. That there would never be an audience like that again because audiences are tough, you have to win them over, but this audience? They were ours, they were won, the love was there from the beginning.
*photo courtesy of Zemya Photography*
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER reminded me that nothing is better than pre-show jitters with a group of gals you’re getting brave with. You could say we were jitter-bugging – yeah, I like that – it was like a dance of nerves and adrenaline and laughter. And the camaraderie of the cast and our pre-show rituals were almost more fun than the show itself. We were a team, man! Friday Night Lights! Except Sunday Night Theater Lights! With just as many pep talks and high fives and yes, a flask of whiskey but no torn knee ligaments. IT WAS GAME DAY AND WE DONE BRUNG IT.
My current state of my mind vacillates between mourning – IT’S OVER GOD NO – to complete denial – am I going to be like that bride who got married a year ago and still wears her tiara and veil to the grocery store? And so what if I am and why should the magic be squelched? Can’t we at least wait until the Paper-Wood-Cotton-Candy Anniversary to stop shaving and increase the fiber in our diets?
Many thanks and much love to my amazing directors and the women of LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER San Francisco 2013.
And also to my husband.
Who spent a lot of quality time with the kids.
Alone.
PS – YouTube videos of the performance to come! Let’s NEVER stop talking about this!
