Friday. Today is Friday.

Just past noon, and everyone has arrived for the day. Tonight is our invited dress rehearsal – the first time the play will be seen by an audience.

At the moment, I’m tucked away in the balcony as the CBC is filming a scene between Andrew Craig (Royce) and David Keeley (David). The camera-man is onstage with them, following them around, and gettin’ all up in their faces. hmm!

The past … three?* days have been long but productive. I can’t believe how many things have happened to get the play closer and closer to production ready. We now have lights, a finished set, props, costumes, music … new haircuts. All of the final elements coming together in one last swoop. The days in the rehearsal hall seem like such a long time ago.

It hasn’t been as smooth as all that. The formula has been a step by step approach with lots of patience. It’s all very mechanical – thinking through each transition in terms of seconds, hand movements, the number of buttons that can be done or undone… but each time we move through the show it gets a little bit easier, a few more kinks are worked out, and the actors have a little bit more freedom to re-focus themselves on telling the story.

-- Bri

* I don’t think I’m alone in this sense of utter disorientation lately. I have no idea what day it is, time it is … or season for that matter. This beautiful burst of summer weather has only added to my confusion.