Laura and I sit toward the back of the auditorium. Behind us is a door to the alley and a bearded guy is going in and out. I don’t know his name, but I think he is one of the set people and perhaps the father of one of the child actors. I’ve seen him at previous rehearsals. Sometimes he’s using a circular saw with the door partially open and the cold air blows in on us. Sometimes the door is almost closed. In any event he’s trying to be as quiet as possible, but like everyone in the theater he has a job to do.
On stage behind the actors a guy is at the top of a really tall ladder. He’s using a portable drill to attach something to something we can’t see. The actors are ignoring the distractions and are running their lines, incorporating some changes Laura and I were asked to make two days ago. This is a good sign. It means the actors are really focused on their characters.
A little later the ladder guy moves to the side of the stage apron and begins drilling. A long roll of something white is at the very back of the stage. Can this be part of the scenery project we’ve been hearing rumors about?
Behind us Marie is putting the finishing touches on outfits for kids and adults walking in the Easton Christmas parade next Saturday evening. In the Avalon entrance hall Cavin Moore is rehearsing a dance sequence. Cece Davis with her new love, Ralphie, a French bulldog in a holiday sweater, is at the sound board inserting sound effects (a door bell, a drill that shorts out, a Santa ring tone, background music) into the scenes—sometimes where they belong, often missing the mark. This is what rehearsal is all about.
But all those details are being worked on and progress is being made. I have loved watching locally produced theater, but I now have a much more realistic appreciation of what is involved behind the scenes of creating a play. This doesn’t take a village, it takes a small town.