Last night, Saturday, March 19, the curtain went down (figuratively, since we didn’t actually use the curtain) for the last time on our production of “Buffalo Gal”. I have mixed feelings about this. The team that, over precious few weeks, transformed printed words into complex living people, will now disperse to other tasks. We will not have that particular “chemistry” again.
On the other hand, I know I am not alone in feeling the urge to put the current production to bed and explore new characters and situations. As it happens, four of us are already gearing up for another show, “Don’t Drink the Water.”
Our closing night audience helped us give the kind of performance with which to end a run. Their reactions to the humor and drama of “Buffalo Gal” actually made the show run almost fifteen minutes longer. They laughed at lines that I had begun to think were funny only to me, and I heard an audible reaction to Amanda’s revelation about “Thanksgiving”. If you don’t know the reference, I suggest you read it or, better yet, find a production to enjoy.
My thanks to everyone who contributed to making this show happen – the board of the Kent County Theatre Guild, who trusted me with this project (I am currently a member of that board.), Nancy Quirk, who took care of the marketing and advertising, Charlie Beck and his recruits, who made sure our audiences had snacks and drinks before the show and at intermission (Charlie is married to Necia Beck, our “Amanda”), Patti Kozerski, who, with help from Marlynn Hedgecock and Fior Zinzi (married to John -“Dan”), connected potential audience members with seats at performances. If I overlooked anyone, I’m sorry. I’m getting older and closing night cast parties take their toll.
Special thanks to those who worked with me to create this show – David Schucker (“Roy”), Turquoise Olezene (“Debbie”), Lezlie Eustis (“Jackie”), Necia Beck (“Amanda”), Arthur D. Paul (“James”), John Zinzi (“Dan”), and Patti Gatto (Bookholder, Stage Manager, Co-Director), who offered so many great ideas, right up to closing night. I could go on and on about each of you and all of you, but they say that all good things must end, my friend.
Let’s do it again, sometime, but let’s do something different, to keep it fresh.