Wednesday, 21 July 2010
The white faces and tense jaws are in great profusion, but when the first few notes have drifted into the ether of the auditorium the cloud of fear will lift and the magic will happen.
Well that is the theory!
I have sung many first nights in my life, and felt the impotence of the redundant producer on many also. Once the singers are out there, all your carefully planned moments will morph and turn into whatever the performers want, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it, except watch and admire (mostly!). The production midwife, who hands the 'baby' on and allows it run it's own life!
Over to you now gang.