The show(s) will open four weeks today. Ulp.

Having been pretty exquisitely good tempered with the cast until now (well, in my head), I could feel my temper beginning to unravel yesterday. Poor things.

Obviously they're scarcely a week off the script so couldn't be expected to know their lines by now.

But I wasn't very tolerant.

To make things worse, I had my AD to one side of me and my GM to the other. And like three wise (I wish) monkeys, we sat there in judgement. Varyingly picking on the various bits and pieces the poor cast offered up that we then took objection to. Poor very poor things.

Sorry, cast. I love you really.

(Though I'll love you more when you know your lines.)