Opening Night

The show dubbed CcC opens this evening. The ever changing and growing cast and crew sits biting off their nails after swallowing the fear of forgotten lines and 10 second costume changes. We sit doing make-up and considering our fresh line changes and new blocking. This show is complicated...this show is a lot of work...this show is ours...we are the masters of our destinies...break a leg! We are all having a happy opening day, scrubbing chalk circles off campus building walls until we are all bare knuckled and ready to fight. And as I brace myself for impact, contorting my figure into shapes that may better help me understand character and space, I remind myself of the point of the story. That you are what you do. That if you love, you ARE love. That if you mother, you ARE a mother. That, my friends, is the point of our show. With all of the elements finally in place, with all the stations filled and people in position, I encourage all those involved to exhale and treat themselves well. This is one of those shows where champagne may be in order. This is one of those shows that makes you sleep like a baby, because your exhaustion and journey has been very real. Who knew that so many UCD theatre students could sing? Who knew that we all have maternal instincts? Who knew that playing with Nate Thompson's (our technical director) daughter would be such a riot? Who knew we would do this show? Who knew we, WE, would produce it so well? This process has been hard, it has been trying, but through all the mental breakdowns and the physical fatigue, we have emerged with smiles and shiney moments. And proud, of one another. So please excuse the sentimentality, but this is probably the best show that I could have asked for as my final UCD mainstage production. Swallowing the bitter pill of graduation, I am thankful that I could be part of such an all inclusive production, with all of my peers working toward a common goal, an amazing show dubbed CcC...please enjoy.

-Tayla Ealom