By David Dower
You know all those scenes in movies about “The Theatah,” where a show’s in rehearsal and the writer, director and producer all meet in a hotel room for a late-night notes session? There are generally tuxedos and high emotions and a fat cigar in someone’s mouth and zinger after zinger all flying around the room like razor blades. And if it’s a musical, someone’s at the piano banging out new ideas for the 11 o’clock number. Or that boffo opener.
I played a version of that scene last night at the Granada Suites Best Western in Atlanta. Somehow it wasn’t as glamorous. None of us looked particularly good in the beige walls and bad lighting of the Best Western. And our witty repartee was dulled by “end of a long day” energy. But we plowed on anyway, making up with tenacity what we lacked in pizzazz.
The Women of Brewster Place had just finished off their rehearsal day with a run-through of the whole musical. This milestone in the process is called the Designer Run, and it’s the first chance the design team has to see the whole show, from beginning to end, in order. With a musical of this size, that’s a bunch of folks. Suddenly, after a few weeks of relative seclusion, the private safety of the rehearsal hall is invaded by a bunch of strangers, all staring intently at the stage and madly scribbling notes, as the performers gamely try to remember the music, the choreography, the dialogue, the blocking, and what props and scenery they move on or off stage. Ask ten actors and nine of them will tell you they hate the Designer Run. The one who actually likes it is probably the same one who used to remind the teacher to collect the homework.
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