... three to go. Performances, that is.
Gawd, I'm tired.
This working full-time during the day and performing at night is HARD. I mean, I knew that going in, but it's HARD. We've had seven performances in the last eight days. We had Monday "off", but that was a workday for me so really not that restful. I spent my evening grocery shopping because there was no food in the house. I'm eating a lot of TV dinners. (They suck, but it's better than takeout. Less expensive and less...um... Supersize Me-ish.)
Overall, I'm having a great time. It's going well. We've had great audience response for the most part, although we've had almost no press and we are most certainly not going to make our money back. But that wasn't the point anyway.
The greatest thing about doing this show? It's given me back my confidence, which I was starting to worry was irretrievable. It's been a long hard road and I'm sure I drove the director and my co-star crazy at times during the rehearsal process with my constant anxiety, but I'm really grateful they hung in there with me and let me work through it. And I'm so glad I did this show.
So. Three more. There's light at the end of the tunnel. And, of course, when I get through the tunnel, I will miss it. A lot. But that's the nature of this business. And at least now I know that there will be another show.