A Blog by Margaret Rose
I’ve always hated doing improv. Whether in acting classes or on the speech and debate team, I always wanted the script ahead of time. I wanted to be able to memorize it, rehearse it, try different phrasing, different delivery styles, wanted to be sure of my lines and sure of myself. Put me on a stage with a bunch of comic geniuses and nothing more than a couple of prompts, and I froze in terror.
In life, I want a script, too. I’m a list-maker. And when life throws me a curve ball and something
That moment just before the overture begins. That moment, whether I’m in the audience, whether I’m the writer/director peeking in from the back row, or whether I’m backstage on the crew or in the cast … that moment when all are assembled, ready, anticipating … that moment just before we collectively launch ourselves into a shared journey of musical theater. One of my favorite moments in any show I’ve ever seen. The Moment Before. That moment, when we don’t know yet if
It was 1984 and I had just moved to New York City. By night, I was working as a Stage Manager for a production of Comedy of Errors at the Equity Library Theater. By day, I held down a job typing contracts for a publishing company. I would work through my lunch hour in order to be able to leave work a little early. I’d throw on my sneakers and
