The Thespian Conference was exactly
how I remembered, one big self-congratulatory circle jerk of drama departments from all over the state, saying, aren't we great, and aren't our costumes cute.
Wearying, to say the least.
- The two mainstages that we saw, "Lend Me A Tenor" by Goldwater and "Footloose" by Saguaro in Tucson. They weren't the best things I'd ever seen onstage, but you had to admire the guts. These are high school troupes who have to lug in their sets in the morning, get acclimated to a completely different auditorium, then perform in either the afternoon or the early evening, then tear it all down, shove it on a truck, and leave so the next show can go. Must've been worth it, though; you couldn't find a better audience than a thousand rowdy drama kids who sympathize with your technical difficulties and revel in your clever stage business. Half the fun of watching these shows is knowing how much fun these kids are having. Hey, I've been there. I've missed an entrance. My mic didn't work either.
- We performed our competition one-act, "Degas, C'est Moi." Set up in ten minutes, struck in two. In one door of the black box drama room and out the other, performing to thirty students and a panel of five judges, with screwed-up lighting cues and a lost shoe, but it was hella fun. There was no curtain call and time was of the essence, so it felt like a bank robbery, although they don't usually give you notes after a bank robbery.
We found out that this wasn't actually a competition, just sort of a critique-thing. State isn't 'till January. We'll dominate.