It took a while, but I think this pregnancy is finally catching up with me. Let’s just say, though I am not ready for the labor, the medical bills, or the baby herself, I am totally ready to be done with being pregnant.
We’ve got about a month left, but I absolutely cannot think of it that way. A month seems like a lifetime of waddling and crankiness and uncomfortable seated positions and even more uncomfortable sleeping positions. And stairs, so many stairs. But a month is sooooooooooooo not enough time for packing and loan documentation gathering and replacing carpet and signing contracts and loading and cleaning and moving and cleaning again and unloading and unpacking and shopping and SANITY.
So, today is Monday. I can get through Monday. I have a few to do items and a few more honey do items and then it will be Tuesday. On Tuesday I will deal with Tuesday.
But in the meantime, it was Friday and Saturday. The days I overdid it. The days the niggling pain in between my shoulder blades stopped fading and started to worsen. The days my ribs died.
Shelby took a chance. His first contract negotiation as the new Executive Director of our local community theatre has been haunting him since it was signed 3 months ago. A friend and Artistic Director of an established theatre company (LGP) was helping a friend launch her first production with her newly formed theatre company (Black Ops) and they needed a space to perform. Being a new company, the financial aspects of securing a space became difficult. Shelby was tasked by the board with filling this slot, and so he was very flexible with his contract negotiation. Instead of a set rent amount, he negotiated a box office split, a split that lent in favor of the renters rather than the theatre. Basically, every performance would have to sell out in order to break even with what he could have made.
No one really expected the production to be a rousing success. It had an established name supporting it, and blast broadcasts fired from three directions, but new companies tend to take time establishing an audience base. Patrons generally don’t take risks. This show in particular was advertised as containing “unidentifiable weirdness”, not always the most marketable quality. Shoobs was prepared to lose money, but hoped to gain a powerful relationship that would benefit him and the theatre over time. But with the exception of two performances, the show sold out.
Let me say that again.
The Show Sold Out!
Friday and Saturday, the days I volunteered, the house was way oversold. The audience was arranged to accommodate 56 patrons. We got in about 75 (there were no Equity or SAG contracted performers, so this was totally OK). We started a waiting list, added chairs, put gym mats down on the floor, generally ran around like headless chickens trying to get everyone in…Now unfortunately, with the amount of comp tickets and student pricing and the vast undersale of those two performances that did not sell out, the estimation was still an overall financial loss as compared to straight rent. But that loss would amount to about $40. And throughout the unexpected success, spirits were raised and the “high” of packed houses and responsive reviews flowed through the veins of the cast, crew, and staff. An alliance was formed. Ideas were generated. Black Ops will be the resident theatre company for the 2015-2016 season. Without provocation, LGP devised a rent party for the theatre that will be happening next month, complete with donated refreshments, professional lighting and video designs.
Powerful partnership? Mission accomplished. Sore ribs be damned.