Back to “Frankenstein.” Now that we are just a day away from opening night, I have been trying to help a bit with painting the set. A friend of mine, and fellow theater mom, is in charge of this critical area. She is an awesome set designer and has helped create some incredible and elaborate sets for local productions over the past several years.
She can use a circular saw, power drill and fancy paintbrushes that create a textured finish. She can create moving doors and raised platforms in her sleep. I mean, she knows where to put screws.
I, on the other hand, just show up and pray for a task that doesn’t involve anything more than broad brush strokes on a concealed wall. And even then, there’s no guarantee.
You can imagine my panic when the wig came home. It’s a short, blond number that we are supposed to attempt to dye brown to match my daughter’s hair.
The directors of the show must know my track record since they assured my daughter that if I ruined it, they had another wig she could wear. I don’t want to ruin it.
I am afraid of directors. They can get teenagers to do stuff! They are extremely talented and driven multitaskers, who know how to get a job done within the parameters they define. We don’t have presidents who can do that.
Theater has always amazed me because everyone involved in a production — from the actors to the set designers to the tech crew — is 100 percent invested. These are people who completely give of themselves for the greater good.
To me, there is no better example of how critical teamwork is in producing a successful outcome.
These kids and adults need to be applauded for their hard work and dedication to their craft. They spend countless hours at rehearsals, often leading to texts begging for pizza and snacks.