Our little theater company, not so much a company, more like a little dream bubble, has been doing original work for nearly 2 decades. We are in the midst of bringing another new piece to life, which we will premiere at the Abbie Fest this coming Saturday. Yesterday was an intense session of rehearsing.
The day before we had a little bit of a "blow-up," we wanted to just forget the whole thing. This is part of the process. There's the initial inspiration of imagining, writing, envisioning, and then you go through the 5 stages of grief and loss. Finally you end up with "acceptance."
You kind of find out what you have, and try your best to realize it. Yesterday we got into a little discussion, trying to decide if we are "Acting?" Or just "Performing?" For some reason we decided we are primarily "performing," with a little bit of "acting," on the side. And just what are we "performing?"
We've decided it's a "piece." A thing. Not quite a play, sort of a performance thing, but not exactly. It's got a little bit of acting, some performance, there's music, and movement, and it all rolls along. There is a theme, there is some coherence, but it's also a little schizoid, and frenetic. It's kind of what you might expect from our little dream bubble.