It felt very strange not to start the day by checking my Fringe guide and figuring out what shows I could or could not see.
Fortunately, I was initially distracted by my open audition call for the GCTC. Essentially, an open audition call is just a chance for the Artistic Director to get a look at what an actor can do and for the actor to try and make a lasting impression. I had previously met Lise Ann, she remembered who I was, she liked my monologue selections, gave me some direction which I easily adopted, and I felt like it went well.
Most importantly, for me, in discussing the Fringe, she indicated that she had talked with people who had seen Satanic Panic and who also had good things to say about it. If positive word of mouth is making it to the AD of the GCTC, you’ve had a decent run, I reckon. Unfortunately, from an acting perspective, she hadn’t had a chance to see Oreo.
After a nip of breakfast, it was off to help Team Oreo with the strike which went very well. Nadine (the artist formally known at AT) also got our final audience report and it was 400 and something which is pretty damn good. I liked Robin’s way of characterizing the outcome (she played, Sid in the show): “We made 400-odd people giggle, not bad for ten days work.”
Then, it was off to home where I peered into a essentially empty fringe and mounds of laundry. The fridge is still empty and the mounds still growing. My breakfast this morning: two slices of plain bread and, perhaps, I will have a protein shake and a vitamin. No, I’m not on a diet. I really don’t have anything else.
After a couple of hours of trying to catch up on the blog, it was off to meet Team G-Men Defectives at the Elgin Street Diner to hammer out the production schedule and have a read-through. If you live in Saskatoon or Edmonton, keep your eyes pealed for further details.
On the way to the Diner, I passed the Ottawa Fringe site and not a scrap of it remained to be seen. There wasn’t even a hook or wire. And the one speck of food left behind was a crumb even too small for a mouse.
After the read through, I stopped in at Minglewood’s for beer and wings and then headed to the Empire Grill for some cocktails with Oreo-folk.
All in all, from my perspective, the Fringe this year was an undeniable success. Everything was well-organized, the over-quality of the shows was impressive, and audience numbers were substantial. Artistically, I achieved all my goals and forged some rock-solid relationships with some talented folk.
Plus, I got (and continue) to make kissy-kissy with a talented and intelligent hotty. I feel I should mention this for my readers who weren’t able to make it to the beer tent to see the public displays of affection which began back on opening night. I guess this counts as kissing and telling but it seems more like kissing and stating the obvious.
P.s. I will write something up about day 12 and 13 sooner rather than later.