Today I revelled in our genius casting. We have a cabaret night for the company this Thursday, and we thought that performing the prologue to our play in some form might be a nice little thingy. Cait and I are using narration a lot in this play and we have a habit of writing in a sort of stream of consciousness style, which (speaking only for myself and of my own efforts) seems to swing a pendulum between poetry and crap. So at the moment the piece is littered twinkly with long free form narrational passages.

Including the prologue. At the moment we are toying with different ways to hall them kicking and screaming on to the stage. So yesterday I met with some of the singer/musician types from the ensemble and in an hour and a half the piece was transformed from a big soupy incorrectly spelled malapropism to a pretty darn interesting and dynamic piece for 5 voices and guitar.

I'm not sure what will happen in the end (Cait and I both truly have shocking commitment problems), but it was really nice to have our first relatively polished thingy. Special thanks to one particular cast member who displayed unparalled gulag type work ethic and contributed beautifully having had tonsils and adenoids removed about 7 days ago.