We were able to meet in a private room at Uptown Cafe (my favorite.) (Also, they have been so good to me!) It was strange when it was time to leave. Like, I didn't want to open the door and release the spirit flowing in there, just between us. But how exciting that we are going to fill a huge theatre with that spirit, with our stories.
I just can't wait for Ann to hear who I've chosen, and then I can't wait for you all to hear them, too. Hoping video won't take too long to be put online. Because I just think you will be blown away. Seriously, after each person would read, the next reader didn't want to follow! This whole time I've been trying to think of a way I won't have to read because honestly? I have nothing on these talented writers. And most of them aren't even "writers". That's it.
That is it. And I love it.
I don't even feel worthy to be on stage with them. But I guess being the producer and director people will understand and make an exception, right? Right.
How is it I get to be doing this right now? Somewhere along the lines I said a small yes to something that has SNOWBALLED into this HUGE YES. Every step of the way something has been provided, worked out, confirming that this is meant to be.
Also, it's too late anyway, the show must and will go on even if it was a no. But it's a yes.
P.S. As we were leaving Uptown and headed to our cars together, I remembered I had to run back in to do something. I turned and tripped full force on the sidewalk/curb, hurdling myself into a grated railing. And, as I tried to catch myself on that railing, my arms went THROUGH the slats in the rails. OMG. Like, you can't even make this stuff up. I just sat there in a crumple on the sidewalk. In front of my cast. We just had this awesome moment together, and then they watch me make the most graceful of exits. Urgh.
P.P.S. Today is going to be a good day. I am going to clean the kitchen and try on clothes for NOLA. Heather heard about my trip and brought a whole bag of jazzy things to the table reading for me to borrow! Jeff's golfing this morning, Jimi Thing is on Pandora, I'm about to make a latte-with-an-extra-shot drive, and tonight we get to have dinner at Crofton's.
[In the meantime I am so sore. I only scraped up and bruised my knees and shoulder. And dignity. Eh. Sometimes I fall. And sometimes I don't. And most of the times I am just bumbling around somewhere in between]