We made it through our first invited dress last night mostly intact. A couple of scene change issues, and Max somehow got lost at intermission and we had to wait for quite a while to start Act II. The pit monitor mix was fantastic in Act I and then went to hell in Act II--how does stuff like that happen?
In the continuing Saga of the Brain-Dead Trumpeter, it turns out the sound board operator, who had left right after him two nights ago, had found the score in the middle of the road, picked it up and took it home, BUT DIDN'T PHONE ANYONE. So I spent a good 45 minutes that night looking around, and the theater's managing producer and executive president spent another TWO HOURS walking up and down the highway the next day looking for it. Can you believe the all around idiocy?
I had to have the "stern Fatherly" talk with the trumpeter--I am not pleased that he had had the score, pre-records and detailed emails going over cuts, etc., for 2 weeks and had obviously not even looked/listened at/to any of them. He got very defensive and said no one could have sight read better than he did. Of course I responded that he shouldn't have been sight reading at that point. I spent an hour last night making a "safety" copy of the trumpet book, which is what I'll give to him. He better get his sorry little butt over here this morning and get it and spend all day practicing, because it's already been decided if he isn't up to speed for tonight's invited audience dress, he's out.
