All things come to an end, and we get better at it.
By Sam Perwin
I'm writing this on a Sunday night having just finished the run of Life Could be a Dream at the Meadow Brook Theatre. Last night we had a little cast-party hosted by our local cast member, but as we had our last show the next day, the festivities, though fun, were relatively tame. After our matinee today, we got together for dinner and some drinks to celebrate the run. There are only 5 of us in the cast, so we got pretty tight; comeraderie abounded, but I'm back in my room by 10pm writing a blog post, i.e., no one was looking to party into the night. Tomorrow I'll get on a flight and come back to New York to search for my next job.
My time at MBT has been nothing but a joy (really). But, now that I'm grown-up and Equity, I find myself looking back nostalgically on the days when Summer-Stock was more like theatre camp. Where every day was filled with drama and tears, drunken fights and drunken hook-ups, and the fact that any actual theatre happened was a minor miracle. From that chaos, I learned so much about how to make things work for myself as an actor. Amid the insanity of playing Harold Hill in The Music Man (at 19!) in an unairconditioned barn in Vermont in 100 degree heat, I learned how to pace myself. Amid switching from peforming Gilbert & Sullivan at night to rehearsing Cole Porter during the day in one-week stock, I learned how to play with different styles of singing. Who needs conservatory when you've got got summer-stock?