It's the (final) day of the show y'all! All this time and I still don't feel like I'm doing Treplev justice. I'm going to have to force myself into a dark oblivion all day so I can go out with a bang. What I really need though is the desperation involving Treplev's writing, and how Nina fits into that. I've tried applying my line "... but I still move in a chaos of images and dreams...", but I have to be careful not to let that interfere with my focus on Nina. I'm having that last minute crisis of not knowing if I should go rogue and trust in my work, or if I should make the last minute adjustments to cover Chris' notes. Ha! I have no idea if my performance serves Chekhov's vision or if it serves Chris'. Luckily I respect Chris enough to trust that his vision will serve Chekhov's as much as any English translation of "The Seagull" can.
I'm pretty pumped up. I usually hate sinking into and dwelling inside Treplev's state of mind, but for the first time, I'm going to be that annoying actor that can't be bothered all day because "I AM my character..." Gross. After tonight, I'm excited to not feel anything on a deep level for at least ten days.
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