2 a.m. Rehearsal tomorrow, all day. One pot of coffee down, another brewing. Don's plan is to stage most, if not all, of Act I. So, I'm pouring through the script all night, refining the painful, but needed, cuts I have made over the past few days. Before, the play was a leisurely drive - Now, it's a freight train. The stakes are higher, the pain intensified, the sensory and visceral experienced heightened. Characters aren't just talking - they are smelling and tasting - as a result, they can SAY a lot less. Hope I make it without going into caffeine shock and that nothing vital or meaningful has been lost.
And the beat goes on...
Beep. Beep.