Initial meeting with Sam Berger
A first meeting over the script at the Alma Tavern: what the play is really about, why its director must not be played as a stereotype, and keeping the fourth wall firmly in place.
A first meeting over the script at the Alma Tavern: what the play is really about, why its director must not be played as a stereotype, and keeping the fourth wall firmly in place.
Hearing the script aloud for the first time at St Werburghs, then casting a six-strong rep company across five plays with Post-It notes, second choices and smiley faces.
An absurdist life of Gogol at the Alma, an abandoned read-through, a recast Emily, and an argument over whether Edinburgh's sauce belongs in a ketchup bottle or a vinegar one.
First read-through in the Coopers' Loft: explaining the title, a set that loses its kitchenette, and the cast's first readings of John, Paul and Emily.
Marking the script for subject changes and finding they fall on its dramatic beats, then a Venue interview in the spitting rain that reached for a label: is it a dark comedy?
An afternoon run at the Alma, doubts about whether an audience will follow it, and what a playwright should say and leave unsaid in someone else's rehearsal room.
Watching a run from behind the tabs, a set that looks like Edinburgh stonework, and the dress rehearsal that finally convinced me the play works in performance.
Opening night: a Metro preview, a Quorn burger that nearly outlasted the curtain, 44 in a house of 50, and a feedback form that called the play very symmetrical.
Two nights in brief: a thin house and a visit from the Evening Post, then three stars, a fuller room, and an Arthur's Seat scene that drew the biggest response.
The night the laughter flickered and would not catch: a near sell-out, a sleeping neighbour, and a closing scene whose jokes about restless audiences came true.
Notes written for a creative writing essay: the script outlives its production, the director owns the rehearsal room, the actors the stage, and the audience every night.
Written up for the Writernet Bulletin: a set theme I would normally resist, a play within a play that bungles its own lighting cue, and a ten-night run that became the season's hit.