I invite Stanislavski and Chekhov to every rehearsal. When things get tough, I bring in Leonid, Bart, Mark, Robyn, and Lee. Eugenio's new. Mostly all he says is, "You're talking too much."
I was having a terrible rehearsal this week; I just couldn't find my feet. Things were getting worse. Finally, I called a little huddle and brought in the big boys. "Help!" I said. "Da," said Leonid, nodding, putting his hand on my back. "Yeah," said Bart. "Yep," said Lee. They all nodded. "Some rehearsals just go like this." "Been there." "Ya panimaiyu." They left, satisfied.
I was like -- "WHAT?!!! That's all you have to offer is, "Been there?"! But, that was the wisdom: This happens.
"Let's not get hurt out there," said Dick, the old ice-hockey coach of the men's team I played on, used to say when our game totally fell apart. He would pull hard on his cigarette and stare at the black rubber floormats. He didn't even give hockey advice after that; we were down to the goal of avoiding injury. There was wisdom in that -- when things go really badly, is exactly when people do get hurt.
I guess that's the same in theatre -- when it's going badly, let's just not get hurt out there.
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