Theater Drama: The Twist Ending
So it seems that, after my being pissy yesterday about not wanting to act, the fates decided to load a gun with the phrase "Be careful what you wish for" and shoot it directly into the back of my head.
Our show has been cancelled.
Apparently, we haven't "generated enough audience" for them to be bothered to leave the door unlocked and the stage lights up. Now, a couple of things that you should know to truly understand how close I currently am to buying a car specifically so I can ram it again and again into the front of their building:
1. They told me this, not with a phone call, but with an email at 11pm last night.
2. Their decision to cancel us is entirely based on how many pre-order tickets they've gotten on their website. Pre-ordering tickets costs more money than just buying tickets at the door, leaving no reason for anyone, especially our friends who are as broke as we are, to pre-order tickets.
3. They asked us to perform our show at their theater, despite the facts that it's already been performed (we had a five-month run early last year) and that the show it's self is only about 15mins long. I told them, specifically, that we might not be able to generate a huge amount of money from them because of these reasons. Now, these facts that they were fully aware of from the start are reason enough for them to pull our show 12 hours before it opens.
Does any of this make sense to anyone? Because all I'm seeing is a theater so lost in it's own faulty logic regarding their business that they've lost sight of the fact that they're there primarily to produce plays.
Ugh... okay, I'm probably not making any sense right now. A bit raged about all this. If you read tomorrow about a moderately priced sedan being rammed into a building in midtown Manhattan, that was me.
Our show has been cancelled.
Apparently, we haven't "generated enough audience" for them to be bothered to leave the door unlocked and the stage lights up. Now, a couple of things that you should know to truly understand how close I currently am to buying a car specifically so I can ram it again and again into the front of their building:
1. They told me this, not with a phone call, but with an email at 11pm last night.
2. Their decision to cancel us is entirely based on how many pre-order tickets they've gotten on their website. Pre-ordering tickets costs more money than just buying tickets at the door, leaving no reason for anyone, especially our friends who are as broke as we are, to pre-order tickets.
3. They asked us to perform our show at their theater, despite the facts that it's already been performed (we had a five-month run early last year) and that the show it's self is only about 15mins long. I told them, specifically, that we might not be able to generate a huge amount of money from them because of these reasons. Now, these facts that they were fully aware of from the start are reason enough for them to pull our show 12 hours before it opens.
Does any of this make sense to anyone? Because all I'm seeing is a theater so lost in it's own faulty logic regarding their business that they've lost sight of the fact that they're there primarily to produce plays.
Ugh... okay, I'm probably not making any sense right now. A bit raged about all this. If you read tomorrow about a moderately priced sedan being rammed into a building in midtown Manhattan, that was me.
posted by Clinton at 10:56 AM
3 Comments:
Bullshit, Walter! Fucking capitalism! Well you know what?!? If they can't afford to open the doors and leave the lights on, they can't afford a security guard, either! And that's where a pack of Mentos and Se~or Crowbar show up to do the job! Show must go on, my friend, show must go on! We break into the theater, Klaus uses his electronics experitise from fixing broken amps at the Shell on 23d to manipulate the light/sound portion of the show, IT specialist "Slappy" Gunderson beams it BAAAAAACK to the satellite uplink, right into Mr. Big's limo. It's almost too easy.
Geez, the more I make up about this, the more exciting it gets. And the more I can distract myself from acknowledging and vicariously experiencing a very disappointing day for you. Sorry things are getting f'd up. I'm sure the show is quality, though, and, as only a Firefly fan would know, you can't keep quality down. Until after a disapointing box-office take. Aw. Shit. Goddamnit!
I wish I had that "put on the show at any cost!" mentality. It's just... eh.... I'm actually kind of bored with this show.
As I said, I did it last year for a long time and I've started production on a new play (that's actually full-length) and that's taken all my attention and... well... meh. I just wish I'd never agreed to do this in the first place.
Anyway, tell "Slappy" to call me when he gets a chance. I have a job for him in the Congo.
Ouch. Sorry, man.
If it makes you feel any better, I'm in a turd-tastic play right now and I'd kill for someone to be like, "You know what, this show ain't working" and pull the plug. Our houses have been pretty weak but like a bird with a broken wing hopping through rush hour traffic, it will not die peacefully.
Onward and upward.
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