I've had a rare run of three rehearsals in a row with the same actors. Our first rehearsal was dangerous and raw, second was hot and easy, third was weary but accomplished. The scene we built was one of those you can only find when everyone's hot and deep -- and the unconsciouses have come out to play.
Now that I have learned to trust Ayckbourn like Shakespeare, I'm finding mini-scenes all over the place. Which means I can build them: Pile-Up, then Story Hour, then Mermaids then Girl Talk then...
... ahhh.
When it really gets going like this, it's all Chekhov.
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We are always fluctuating, changing, we are tied to the world around us with a web of our own making. We all do what is expected of us, even when we do something out of the ordinary. The world is a stage, we are all actors, dancers, dreamers. All are one, and yet all are seperate, unique, defined. We're connected to people in ways we don't even know, by ties that are barely seen. We are woven in an ever changing pattern, we must change, we must dance along, act together, or get caught in the drifting tide. We must continue to BE together, breathe in, breathe out... LIVE.
-T
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