If you stay in community theatre long enough, you’ll eventually sit through an adjudication. Usually with a notebook in your lap, a knot in your stomach, and somebody (likely me) whispering, “Well… here we go.” I have mixed feelings about adjudication, and I suspect I...
There’s a point in rehearsals — usually a few weeks in — where something quietly goes off the rails, and it doesn’t look like a problem at first. Everything is… working. The blocking is set. People know where they’re going. Lines are mostly there. The scenes are...
That first read-through. The thing I secretly love more than opening night. You all know the scene. A semi-circle of mismatched chairs. Someone’s already spilled coffee on their script. Half the cast is meeting for the first time, the other half is pretending...
