So. In about two and a half hours the scenes I directed go up.
I am not exactly a nervous wreck, but nervous? Heck yes. Yesterday's rehearsals had a lot of long, long, long pauses in them while people tried to remember their lines. I hold out hope that some of those people have gone home and studied hard for fear of being embarrassed in front of a group of people. Hopefully, not a vain hope.
Laaaa. A couple days ago I was going "Well, whatever, it's not like I have much invested in this," and now I'm sitting here drinking a latte with butterflies in my stomach. I lose at objectivity. But man, when I see those lovely little moments of humor, or real emotion, or just someone taking a risk . . . how can I not get invested?
Darn it.
I hope this goes well. No matter what happens, I'll feel good about myself -- if the actors go up on their lines, sorry, but that's not my fault -- because I've done everything I can to make it a good show, and a good experience for the actors. And I have a certain amount of faith in the fucking magic of theatre -- I've seen it work enough times that I can at least tentatively hope for it.
In unrelated news,
ahahaha I want!