The best comment I received about last night's performance came from an audience member who didn't realize that I directed, That Thing You Do With Your Tongue, the 10-minute piece that closed the show. He was talking with an acquaintance of mine, and said, "The whole show was good, but that last piece? Oh, man, that was funny. I couldn't stop laughing, I was almost crying." That was when my acquaintance introduced me to him as the director, and his face lit up. He shook my hand, and was happy to meet me. That summed up the night for me.
Luckily, all seven short plays were good. I have attended a fair share of short play festivals and performances, and it is rare that all of the pieces keep your attention. This night accomplished that. Not that all of the pieces were excellent. They ranged from good to great, but there were no klunkers. The piece that won the short play prize for the Firehouse New Works Festival, Estrangers in the Night, was especially good. I am not too prideful to say that my piece and that one were the best of the night.
Now that I'm done with rehearsals for a while, I can get back to writing, but last night sure was worth whatever feelings of anxiety I have felt about not having any writing time.
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