The big weekend is finally here, we are performing our play! Last night we had our first performance. This afternoon will be our second and last. The first performance went well. I am happy as can be. I’ve gotten a lot of compliments, so that felt good and (crazy as it may seem) embarrassing. The thing is…. I took things to my dreams.
To understand my dream you need to know something first. The stage we perform at was taken over by a new company. Ever since they took over communications where…. let’s just. say below average. There have been several new contracts, costs were driven up. Not fun.
Our group is a very small one. Just six players. The first act ends on a leaking sealing, because I fixed a flush problem on a toilet. The previous two weekends we have been rehearsing at a primary school that has a little ‘gym’ area.
On to the dream.
We are standing at the stage and notice water coming down. We have no clue where it’s coming from, so we have a technician take a look at it. (sure, that’s the person to take a look at a leaking ceiling!). The man tells us we can’t do our play here, because it is dangerous with the water coming down. It could cause a short-circuiting and the building could burn down. Great, now what! We still have one performance to do and people have bought tickets! (not in real life, the buy them when they arrive). Our contact gets called and we ask for a solution. There is none. None of their other stages is free. Too bad for us, but shit happens, we should learn to live with it.
We try going to this military looking building where the big bosses are stationed. When walking up to the gate it closes. Clearly they don’t want to start a conversation about our predicament. The person of our group that has made all the arrangements with them did get inside, but came out with bad news. They are not going to help us.
Naturally we don’t like the answer, so we decide to go into the city to find another place to perform. Our group is suddenly about twenty people, because we are waiting for them in front of the company that bought the stage. (their chiefs resided in the military complex, but we have always had contact with the people in the building where another stage is.) I decide to try something. They don’t know me there, so why not see if they just don’t like our ‘group’.
I go in and pretend not to know them, but I am looking for a performance place for that afternoon. I know it is short notice, and I understand if they can’t help me. It has been chaotic and things happened why we needed some last minute space. The lady I talk to is very nice and positive. She takes a look in her computer and has some good news. She has some space she can put us in. It’s not the best space, but it is space. How many people do we think will come to see us? I give her the same numbers they got from us before, but she doesn’t connect the dots and I don’t make her any wiser yet.
We all go to the new stage. It is a school gym. It will work. We start setting up and the lady I talked to before starts drawing up a contract. I tell her she doesn’t have to. We already have one. Unfortunately I don’t know her reaction, because that’s where I woke up.
Man that was weird. Things your mind can do right! Well I’m off to the theatre to perform our piece one more time.