I’m honestly not sure what to say in this final post before I bid farewell to Laramie. In a practical sense, my part of Laramie was over and done a while ago, and became final once I had packed everything back into the prop cabinet. The curtain closed. The set was struck. The end.
I suppose I could write a sappy entry about how meaningful the show was to me and how much I’ll miss everybody. And it’s true – I’m gonna miss you guys. I reappeared in kind of late in the game. By virtue of my role, I had something of a disconnect from the performance – working with props, especially building props, causes you to think of things in very utilitarian terms, like how can I make this cost-effectively and what should the size specifications be. I, let’s be honest, didn’t do much during the actual performances. Backstage crew wasn’t too busy a job for this show. And through it all, the cast still treated me like I was a member of the family. I hope you guys realize how much it means to crew to be included like that, and I hope you keep that in mind every time you perform. But I digress. I suppose I could write a tearjerker like that.
But no, you guys deserve better than that from me. You already know that the show was meaningful; it speaks for itself, you don’t need me to tell you that. You already know you touched people on a very deep level. You already know that some of you made me cry every night, even when I was tired and cranky. It speaks for itself, whether I speak for it or not.
So instead, I’m going to talk about funny things that happened during strike that you may or may not have witnessed, because most of them illustrate why you guys are awesome, on and off the stage. I love set strikes, because they bring the entire company together for one last hurrah, and I think they’re an integral part of owning the show. Sometimes they can be a drag, but there are always good memories that come with them. So, here goes:
- Afftene went to war with the canvas. I think we all had a good, hard catharsis when we pulled it up, but listening to Afftene yank on it was priceless.
- Cameron and Jenny broke apart the platform legs to the beat of “Sweet Caroline.” “Sweeeet Caroliiiiine…” *BANG BANG BANG*
- Summer carried about 20 two-by-fours at once on her right shoulder.
- Ben and Dave’s back-and-forth banter
- Ashley and I tore up the WBC signs UNTIL THEY WERE DEAD, IT WAS GREAT.
- Don scared the daylights out of a few people when he knocked out the front wall of one of the platforms. Fortunately, there was no imminent collapse.
- Some folks had fun with the table saw. Lots of fun.
- Manny and Ritza developed a tradition of singing everything they said after a certain point.
- We defeated the snow drum. SO MUCH SNOW.
So that was strike. And that was it. I’m sorry I missed the last class, and I hope that in spite of that I’ll be seeing all of you again. This has been my best experience working tech at Duke thus far, and I owe it to the rest of you. I can complain about or praise the play all I want, but in the end, the play doesn’t matter, it’s the players. And I know you all did your best.