go.

Go. That's the magic word. It's the one word that nobody else is allowed to say during the run of the show.

It's my word.

I've finally started calling cues. Essentially, I tell the light and sound guys when to do the lights and sound. My first time was on Wednesday. I was terrified. But it went surprisingly well. I got pointers from Director and Lights, and I welcomed everything they had to say. Thursday went great. It also helps that I have two board ops who know what their doing because, truth be told, I don't have a fucking clue.

But I like to think that all this means that I'm on my way to something. Just something. I hadn't set foot in a theatre for so long, and this just feels...right. Solid. Even though theatre is everchanging, it all feels consistent. The inconsistency is consistent.

I think Director has been telling everybody about me. Not to sound arrogant, or like I talk I myself up all the time. If anything, when it comes to something I could possibly be good at, I generally sell myself short. Anyway, I've 2 offers to be an SM. One is for Director's wife, the other is for someone at CPH. Wife's play is 10 minutes farther away; gas is past $3.50. CPH is far enough to be honest. And I know CPH, but Wife's play, Extremities, seems so good. I don't even know what the other one is. Or maybe I shouldn't do either and should just find a paying job.

We'll see.

Standby Publish.....and.......GO.