A few years ago, I was working on a show that was a particularly…trying process. Everyone was great. It was just a whole bunch of weird things piled up to the point that we didn’t have the entire cast on stage until the first dress rehearsal.
At the end of the night, the owner of the theatre walked into notes and gave the most rousing and honest speech I have ever heard. “Well kids, we got through the f**ker.”
It may not seem like much, but when you’re fighting to make things work, survival is the most important thing. And if you make it to the other side and no one has quit, died, or spontaneously combusted, it’s a win.
Through a twist of fate, I ended up spending the How I Magically Messed Up My Life in Four Freakin’ Days release day sans wi-fi with barely a 4G connection to spare on my phone.
Did I panic? Only for a minute. (more…)