Unlucky Number 2

Well.

Though this was, in some reckoning, our fifth Cotton Patch Gospel performance tonight, it felt like (for me) more like a second show. You know — the one where you sort of let down and blow things.

Hmmm. For me, that would have been drawing an utter blank on a cue, then drawing another utter blank on a cue fifteen minutes later. Oh, yeah, and transitioning from Scene A to Scene C without the benefit of treating the audience to Scene B in the meantime.

Not. A. Happy. Camper. With myself, at least. Everyone else was supportive and positive, and while the First Act was … well, that really blew it for me … the Second Act went great, and the play wrapped up in a really positive and audience-enthused fashion. And everyone who left at the end (we had about 65 in the house) were very, very positive about things, including some people who are, themselves, very solid performers.

Still pissed at myself. *Sigh*

We close tomorrow. Here’s further resolve to Do Significantly Better.

Wanders off, muttering angrily to himself …