Sunday, November 13, 2011

Alice in Wonderland

As you might have noticed it has been awhile since I have written about anything. The truth is life got too busy. It was hard to find free time and even harder to get my mind in one place to be able to write about something. The main reason for this was because of my involvement in the school play I was co-directing,  Alice in Wonderland.  Its final performance was last night and like many shows when they end I now find myself feeling like a part of me is gone. This time though it is stronger than ever because of my position in it.

To start, the situation surrounding the show must be explained. To sum it up quickly, it was like trying to make a Hollywood blockbuster on an indie film budget. As a result trying to do many things tech wise was very hard and became a very frustrating process. Like any show we got to a week out and starting freaking. Thing weren't where they needed to be on all fronts and of course we all started freaking out about it. Sleep became a "when I have time" activity and classwork went down the drain. However like most shows do, it came together. In fact it came together on our final dress. Something just clicked among the actors and the rest was history. The show became a huge success and testament that the impossible can be achieved despite what stands in your way. The joke was that fate seemed to determined to crush it so there was no way it could not be amazing. The funny thing is that I think this was pretty accurate.

The reason it is so hard to let it go was for once I saw it from all sides. I cannot speak for my co-director (another student), but seeing how a show goes up from every angle is fascinating. Seeing all the stuff tech does is quite a sight and reminds you to not take sets, costumes, lighting, and sound for granted. Most importantly to me though, you see how actors grow. When you are the actor you never really remember the before and after of your performance. You just remember what you did at the shows, and sometimes not even that. However as a director you see how everyone grows and becomes the character. You see all the work they put in. You see the frustration and anger of course, but you also see the beauty that arises from it. You see the passion and determination from them and finally you see how they took the vision in your head and put it on the stage. It is hard to sit there during a performance and think to yourself how did this ever come to be. As a director you do not remember the before and after of your directing. To see it on stage is just a marvelous sight because you cannot believe it is there. How did simple letters in a script become this show? How did two students with brilliant actors and techies create this? Despite how weird but wonderful it feels to be creator of something so grand, when it comes down to it a director can only do so much with what it is given. If the people he/she is directing do not listen, a director is useless. However if they do, a director can create and make something beautiful. Something I was given the chance to.

If anything this is my last chance to grasp onto the show. To beat the impossible is something not everyone gets to do very often, so it is hard to not want to go back in time and relive it. However the nature of time means life goes on. This experience though has made me grow more than anything ever before. So thank you to everyone involved. None of it would have been possible without your passion and determination to create something people would love. Like I said before a director can only do so much, but everyone involved made it possible for as a director to do not only what needed to be done, but go beyond it. My thanks will never be enough for not only did my vision get created, it got created with so much love and care that I can never pay you back. Opportunities like this do not come any day, so to be able to be a part of one is a pleasure and a gift to me. None of this could have been achieved without the cooperation of everyone. The impossible can be beat as long as one believes.

“He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.”- Lewis Carroll