Golda

Leben zolst du, Goldele

Today we ran, out of context, a number of phone-call transitions, then ran the entire show – then had an open dress with a few people in it. (Oh, and I showed up half an hour late because I didn’t read the rehearsal report. Keeping them guessing. ) It was a sweet, small audience, attentive and friendly, and they appreciated Camille.

Tomorrow we’re doing notes and a speedthrough before the first real preview. We’re more than ready for an audience. Golda is such a storyteller, as our process keeps uncovering, and she needs someone to tell the story to.

At Molly Magee’s after the show. It turns out our projection designer went to Stanford, too, and met Condoleeza Rice during a Gaieties one year.

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