Lines I like in the show:
“That’s it. It’s not much of a story
really/ She came. She danced. We lost money. She left.”
“I cannot be part of a capability inversion such as you
propose I am afraid.”
“Obscene, Vivicean? Really?”
It is times like this that I miss having an
intimate relationship. Going through technical rehearsals and then opening is
so intense—especially the opening. But this time, I have a surrogate; Steve, my
ex arrives from L.A. on the afternoon of opening night.
We kind of have two openings and he is here
for both of them. The first one is a fundraiser for Presentation House and it
costs more. The second one is the one to which they invite their freebie list
for opening nights, so at least we have two good houses (out of eight).
We are down to eight performances, which is
great: Two runs of Thursday, Friday and Saturday night and then a Sunday
matinee.
So: Trudeau,
the Felons & Me, at eight performances, is twice as long as Knock Knock was, so the Chris Tyrell
Loranger elaborate storytelling company is growing.
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