Apr. 04, 2003 - 17:11:69
Dear Vincent,
I rather want you to get this letter before the show, so I'm going to dedicate this truncated letter to 'good luck' wishes simply because that way I can send it ten minutes from now, rather than an hour or so from now. The above run-on sentence makes the attempt to say, there will, in short, be more later. Therefore will just be known as 'part one' (sounds sort of epic doesn't it?) of one letter.
Whenever I go on a trip I lose track of the days. Even though I was gone Wednesday through Friday I wholeheartedly believed it to be the weekend for the duration of my vacation. I suppose this is because weekends are relax time and I spent time relaxing. This is just the first part of vacation disorientation. The second part is that vacations always seem to dismiss home completely from my mind. The result, is that when I arrived home today I was much surprised to realize things had been going on in my absence.
(This does all tie into 'good luck' wishes.) Today as I wearily drove home, I began to consider for the first time in two days the things that needed doing when I got home. Remember that I believed it to be the weekend. I occupied myself with coming up with 'color ideas' for what we've been talking about when I abruptly remembered that your show was this weekend. Believing it to be the weekend I also suddenly believed that you had already had your show. I became tremendously frustrated with myself- I thought I'd forgotten about your show and hadn't even sent 'good luck' thoughts your way at the appropriate time. I stayed irked with myself until, upon arriving home I glanced at my calendar and realized with relief that it is only Friday. "Hah!" I shouted with the triumph of having regained a few days of my life. It was then I realized I'd neglected to cancel ,my dentist appointment for Thursday.
Now that I am certain of the day I can assure you I will be sending good luck thoughts your way tomorrow evening. I would say 'break a leg' but since we've put fate/destiny on the back burner I'd stay there's little that will pose threat of fracture if I just come right to the point and say good luck. I have complete confidence in the theatrical prowess of yourself and your fellow clowns.
I danced for a chorographer once who used to bellow out the same good luck speech right before we went on stage, every time, without fail. Now when I say bellow, I mean it. It was like boot camp, with plenty of in your face, sir yes sir, action. It used to fray my nerves to an un-collectable point. Thus Vincent, I just want you to know that when I say good luck, I am saying it in a very conversational, warm, encouraging tone of voice. At the same time, I'm not saying it in a perky sort of voice. There's no upward hurtle to the intonation involved.
Once I got pushed off the stage into an audience member's lap with my foamy ballet skirt in mutinous folds around my torso and head. I stopped getting nervous about going on stage after that because at that time I'd given my imagination a little hiatus and I didn't think it got any worse than that.
Good luck, good luck, good luck! I know the performance will be something people will talk about for a while, and think about even longer. Congrats Vincent you've worked hard for this and I just know it's going to go exquisitely... I'll be sending good luck thoughts.
Very 'best',
Meghan
what they said - what they will say
