Our show opens tomorrow. I didn't post yesterday and I probably won't post tomorrow, barring some unexpected disaster. I have three or four lists going of various things that need to happen between now and 8:00 p.m. tomorrow. Most of them will happen, but some of them probably won't.
Some of them might not be physically possible, and some of them, inevitably, have gotten left off the lists. I just forgot, and then I forgot that I forgot. This show has a lot of moving pieces: 11 actors, two musicians, six designers, a production staff of five, a creative team of four, a wardrobe assistant, not to mention the venue manager and her assistant and the wonderful Tim, who manages our rehearsal space.
We're a small village, and in just over a week, it'll all be over. Strange to think about, but the nature of the beast. A few years ago, I shot a pilot for a game show that is now on the air as "1 vs. 100." Bob Saget hosts it now; the funnier, hipper and more attractive John Fugelsang hosted the pilot I shot. (I was the winning contestant, of course; and I really was, no one had given me answers beforehand. If it had been a real game, I'd have won at least $50,000. As it was, I think they paid me $10/hour.)
Anyway, it was an intense experience over several days -- hours of working, waiting, correcting, doing it over and over until it was right. It felt great to be part of a team focused on a single goal. At the end everyone congratulated each other and hugged and promised to keep in touch -- and I've never seen one of those people since.
I didn't expect to; it's the nature of the work. This is much the same way. I hope I stay in touch with some of the people I've worked on this show with, but it won't surprise me if I don't.
I hope I never forget them, though.