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20 February

Well, I'm shot of Lowell for the week. We're into the theatre now, which means we all must endure Cornwell, but he has suddenly understood that there is a time limit - it seems the orchestra has forced that on him in the days he spent with them.

We had a proper runthrough in the morning, and everything does sound quite good. Even Thea. Gunderson is here, so it wasn't just an idle rumour. Thank god. I need every bit of support i can get, even if he will only be singing Una Furtiva Lagrima. This afternoon was spent in blocking the first half of act I, and it went surprisingly well with very little intervention necessary on my part. Miss Poole seems more confident with me visible, however, than when I was standing in the wings, which is rather worrying. She shouldn't lean on me for anything, though I suppose that other than her husband, I am the only one who has presented an assumption that she has talents.

We're at the Royal Court in Sloane Square - I was last here two or three years ago for La Cenerentola. Small house, which is appropriate, quite nice, actually, as far as stage room and orchestra pit. The dressing rooms are painfully small, but for a four week run, they will do well enough. They're in better condition than many in the city - Her Majesty's is so old the dressing rooms are appalling. It is rather nice to be in Chelsea, for all that. No theatrical pubs as there are on the Strand, so I can go home after the performance without feeling that I am being very rude in avoiding Thea. And the foyer is quite nice, as well, so the opening party will have sufficient room.

Now that we seem to be running more smoothly, I am beginning to get into it a bit. Despite the difficulty of switching between German and English. If the critics bother to come, they will ream us for it. But I know the production could be much worse. And, after all, it is turning out more Fledermaus than Bat. I only hope that Cornwell isn't a fool and can manage the party scene, for that will become chaos very quickly.

(as Mme B)
Who wants to come to a party?! I know Augie and Julian (and Penelope) and Damien will all be there, but the rest of you are also invited to opening night! The opera is Die Fledermaus; opening is Friday, 24 February, at 8 pm, with a reception afterwards. For those of you who don't hang out in the theatre community in real life, opening nights are traditionally for the cast, crew, production team, backers, critics, and bigwigs. However, it is sometimes possible to purchase tickets to an opening. With this production, Dress Circle and Gallery tickets will be available should any of you want to come but not invent a friend in the cast, crew, or production team. It's a great opportunity to have people meet who might not otherwise, and that'll circulate characters through the game.

If Marauder has no objections, I'll set it up later in the week and we'll run it the way we ran Penelope's party, with convos in the comments.
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Date:August 29th, 2006 04:13 am (UTC)
I am SO into a party. Very much.
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Date:August 29th, 2006 05:11 am (UTC)
woo-hoo, this sounds great! i'll go polish off Damien, poor guy. :D
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Date:August 31st, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
Hmm, Slade would love to come, he does so need to mix with the other boys. He is perfectly unknown to anyone except dear Julian. Speaking of whom, he is set to visit Julian's gallery on the day following this entry of yours, perhaps the two will strike upon the topic of the opening? I dare say he's a bit shy yet to go out and purchase a ticket to a show he knows nothing about, and no one in, and what a sore thumb he would be, were he to simply drop in alone, a tall, beautiful white haired man standing awkwardly alone round the corners of the theatre? He'd much rather be invited, winkwinknudgenudge.
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