The End of an Era
Well, Bat Boy is over. What has been 3 years in the making, 7 months in the production, the show has finished to raptuous applause and an audience reception I could never have dreamt of. With comments about the professionalism of the cast and crew greeting me after every performance, I can honestly say I’ve never been so astounded and flattered.
After the last showing on Saturday night, a lot of people stayed behind to put the Studio back in order and then we headed over to the Union for drinks. The crew gave out thank you mementos and awards and received cards and presents.
I woke up today and have been at a total loss. I have nothing to do. Nothing to plan. Nothing to organise. And no one is ringing me! OK, I have an exam tomorrow but I’ve been unable to even contemplate starting it.
I feel empty. We did a great show. And now it’s over in a matter of days. When one thinks back to last Sunday which was when we did our first run through with costumes and some props, I have no clue as to how everyone pulled it out of the bag. All I can say is that I am truly grateful to everyone who was involved in the show and who put a lot of hard work and effort into it. It really showed and I’d like to think that Bat Boy will live longer than just the 5 performances that we did.
Consequently, I’ve been bursting into spontaneous floods of tears throughout the day in a pathetic display of emotion for the lapsed event. Re-reading the card I got from the cast and just thinking about how amazing the experience of directing a (fucking succesful) show leads me to cry. If it could be guaranteed that I would feel this content with every consequent show I were to do, I’d seriously consider going into it as a profession.
I’ve just written that I’m happy. I am. But I’m also more depressed than I’ve been in a long time, and let me tell you, it’s a weird feeling – a cross between relief, happiness, sadness and dread because of the exam tomorrow.
To any members of cast and crew that are reading this: thank you.