It’s 6.05am. I have already been up for an hour. There was a mosquito, I was hot, there was a light shining somewhere, my throat was dry, my brain was working overtime. You know, all the things that happen when you have an opening night coming. And I’m just the director. I’m not even on stage. Actually, I don’t know what’s worse.
Nicole is doing an amazing job. I really have nothing to worry about. The play is “just stunning”. But the day before is always filled with the ‘what ifs’ and ‘should haves’ of insecurity. We should have got a wash basin. What if the technicals are a mess? Blah blah.
And tomorrow it will have happened. And it becomes part of the public domain. And other people can say what they think. Omigod! What do we do this for?