We have one show left to go -- Saturday at noon -- do any members of our fairly youthful audience actually get up early enough to go see shows in Soho at noon? God knows I don't, but then I typically stay up until 4 or 5 in the morning. But I sincerely hope that other people will be able to make it to the show, because our last two have been really great. Actors don't work in a void; when they can sense that the audience has no sense of irony, it gets hard for them. But we've had good audiences, and we hope to have at least one more. At this point I recommend you buy tickets at the door, but if you want a discount, you can head to 1 8th St, and get one for $15 -- until noon on Friday, that is. After that, you're stuck with $18 at the door.
What will I do when this is over? I mean, the day afterwards I will probably spend dead asleep, but what about Monday? Start writing grants to go to Edinburgh? (But who says anybody else wants to pick up and go to Scotland for two weeks?) Or just send out the script to a few far-away places that will produce it, if they do produce it, without me or Lucy or any of the actors to whom the parts now seem so permanently bonded? Lie in bed and feel lost? Apply for jobs and internships, as I so desperately need to do?
Some combination of the above. But most likely I'll sit down and write another play. Nature did not intend me for a producer.
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