As part of my dramaturgical duties, I am supposed to lead the talkback discussion for Macbett. Quick definition: talkback = post-show conversation between audience and artistic team moderated by the dramaturg. A great opportunity for the audience to ask questions, find out more about the tank, whatnot. Having fielded lots of these kinds of questions over the past week, I felt fairly prepared for anything. Except the deafening silence of an empty auditorium.
No one stayed for the talkback. No one came for the talkback. It was me in my big girl pants standing on the stage. Woog. I wasn't offended as much as annoyed, since I had put some advance thought into this. And dragged myself out of my jammies. The ushers (other theatre students) came into clean up the space, and ended up asking questions. It was nice to have such an informal conversation, especially for my first talkback. At the same time, it would have been nice for the rest of the artists if someone showed up. One of the crew people was really incensed, and promised that next quarter, it would be a requirement in his class.
My professor was all apologetic, like it was somehow his fault. Turns out the head of the department failed to mention the talkback in his curtain speech. I tried to cut some slack, since the show ran long, it was late, and it's the end of quarter.
Oh well, we all ended up at Martini night, so the evening wasn't a total bust.
Now I have 3 hours to write before Madness. Let's see if I can compose whole sentences about absurdism yet.
on Pandora: "Back in the Wild" - Greenskeeper
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