During the rehearsal process of every show I participate in, I come away with new scrapes and bruises. Most of them cover my legs because I scurry through the house and run right into the arms of the chairs (they’re trying to trip me, but it won’t work!). I’m not the only one, though.
Terry, the Director of Theatre and Designer for the current show, put a whole in his fingernail.
Kate, the sound board operator, accumulated cuts and splinters just from ladder work.
Shelly, assistant stage manager and assistant lighting designer, got into a “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” contest with me and…won. (She basically lives in Beeghly, so I concede to her graciously.)
Right now my thigh sports a bruise that resembles a sunset in shades of blue and purple.
All of us can attest that our schedules are quite beaten by the demands of the show.
These marks and pains are specific for the current show, Italian American Reconciliation, but they are a regular occurrence around the time of any production Theatre Westminster. We come to expect them. And we welcome them. More than an indicator that we really are putting blood, sweat, and tears into the play, they make a temporary memory to accompany the memory of the show. These bruises add stories for us to share. I will now be able to tell everyone that I have fallen off a stage; I’m not sure why that’s a point of pride, but I guess I feel like I’ve been baptized into the stage properly.
It is very true that many complaints and band-aids occur throughout the rehearsal process, and in the end we are glad of them, because we have a finished project to show off to audiences for a whole weekend. Theater hurts, but it is so worth it.