Beautiful actors

So last night's Stumble of Act One actually took place, for the first time, on the stage where we will perform.

The actors were beautiful. After weeks of hard work learning lines and blocking, often at the pace of a scene a day, last night they transfigured. For the first time I could glimpse the play at pace, and who OUR characters are becoming. I could see the actual get-the-fuck-out-of-my-way menace of the killer, Julian. The Great-Dane-puppy joy of the young house detective, Harold. The ocean-liner command of the stage, of Ruella. The sheer streaks of light and lightning of Poopay. The intriguing startling enigma of Reece. The hummingbird lightness, with floating silk peach gown, of Jessica.

It's like watching molten lead begin to flash and glint as it alchemically transforms to gold.

I came away from the actors inspired, determined to make straight in the desert a highway for their toil.