Sunday Matinee

Well, we had our biggest house yet at today's matinee...11 people. Including a guest reviewer for the Willamette Week. And, of course, because a reviewer was there, we had our roughest run yet. I don't think a first time audience member would be able to tell, but we were all shaking our heads backstage. Missed lines. Prop malfunctions. It was a bit rough, but the audience seemed to enjoy it nonetheless...even the reviewer saw me afterwards and briefly complimented me and the show. We'll see what she really thought next week...!

There has yet to be a show that someone doesn't cry. After a particular scene each performance, as I wait in the wings to go back on stage, I hear sniffling. I like this as it means that we're reaching people; even though it's touching sadness in them. That's one of the main reasons why I love to act: to touch people. To help them to feel things that they normally wouldn't on their own. It's very beautiful to me. Neil said that there were actually a few women crying tonight.

And my dear, sweet Neil, I just want to say, has seen the show 4 times! And each time he brings me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He's spoiling me, really. He makes me feel quite special. To me, honestly, it's a bit excessive...and yet it's wonderful...charming. I mean, who wouldn't really want to be supported so completely? And my mom is the same way. She came two nights in a row, bringing me flowers each night, before she went out of town again. I'm so grateful to be so loved and supported.

Well, hopefully we'll have a better audience turn out next week.

Love,
Aislinn