Guthrie Theater

No matter how many roles I get to play... I'm still the new kid with a bad perm in 6th grade.

Ok.  I no longer have the perm. And I survived middle school and even high school. But in the spirit of confessional blogging, I was the kid whom my parents had to tell to put down the calculus book and go watch TV.

We started rehearsals for 9 Parts of Desire this week.  Thank GOD!  Too much time alone in my head with this project was starting to make my dog look at me funny.  And now I'm in the Guthrie's rehearsal room each day with an unbelievably talented group of folks.  And all around the building there are even more scores of dedicated people building, marketing, administrating, sewing, designing, organizing and planning for this production.  It's truly a gift.

Friends of mine know that I tend toward the obsessive or perfectionist side of the scale. And I actually feel a little worried each time I leave the rehearsal room... "Should I have done more today?" "Is there a question I should have brought up?" "Should I have run that scene at least one more time?" It seems no matter how much time I spend with the script or the research or the planning, I fear it's never enough.  Hence... the calculus versus TV debate rages on in my head. 

Thankfully, though, I'm not alone.

See, I can trust the amazing folks I work with to let me KNOW what more is needed.  This is my first one-person show and in some ways it's a whole different ball o' wax; but for most people working on 9 Parts, it's their third or fourth time working on this style of show.  So our beloved stage manager, Elizabeth MacNally, has taken the pressure off me. With perfect authoritative stage managerial style she let me know, "Kate, you are not allowed to worry unless I say so."

Ahhhhh. The pressure's off.

Now, I'm just gonna go over my script a little before I go to bed.

(More bloggin' goodness after week two, if'n ya'll like!)

Kate