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Matthew Edison

We have had our third preview.  The audiences have been lovely.  It’s funny how no two audience are the same, every night, the show, their reactions, are different. 

And then the next day, we all troop back to the theatre to rehearse some more, Richard, all of us, tweaking, refining, adding something new, soothing out a bump and so forth.  Then dinner break, me, not able to eat much, the nerves starting.  Not bad nerves, just there, making the stomach not able to appreciate the food like it usually does.

Then back to the theatre to get ready, preparing our makeup, our hair, a gradual process of slipping inside our characters.  I get in Madeline 2’s body and her clothes last, because after the show starts, we can’t run water or flush the toilets because the pipes running can be heard right over the stage.  There are certain parts of the upstairs where you can’t walk as well, because the floors are old and they creak.

I go downstairs around 10 minutes before the show starts and sit, collect my thoughts, slip into Maddo 2 more fully.  I was going to say in quiet, because it feels that way, I’m tucked in a dark corner by her fridge, a little light bleeding around the corner of the exit to the kitchen from the stage.  But it’s isn’t quiet, the happy cacophony of a full house fills the air, people talking, laughing, settling into their seats in anticipation of an evening at the theatre.  Emilie, with her earphones on, making sure everything is ready, in it’s place, always, always, there, ready.  Don’t know how she and Miranda do so much, stay so calm.  They are like magic elves that somehow everywhere and invisible all at once.  Solid and steady.

So it isn’t quiet, but it is too, sort of like a quiet house with the wind roaring outside, but inside, things are getting more still, more focused.

And then everyone else comes down, Cliff Saunder’s who plays my husband always whispers, “Good show,” in a hopeful, encouraging way.  Tony Nappo blows me a kiss and I blow him one.  Jane and I touch aprons…

Wait.  I am WAY off topic!  I wasn’t writing a blog today to talk about all of this.  I wanted to tell you something else.

I’m going to start over.