I did NAAAHT

Me and the cast watched The Room twice in the span of two days. I really REALLY hope I get to slip an "I did NAAHT" or "I'm fed AHP with thees WAHRLD," into the show. If only...

...man...if only...

I'm a little sick and vocally weak, but thankfully I'm supported by the most fantastic motherflippin' group of actors ever. I honestly can't believe I'm not at a two month long sleepover. There have been so many moments that have been absolutely incredible. Example:

• Got lost on the way to Buhl High School (Thanks, Googlemaps!) Got there with 20 minutes to spare (We're supposed to have a full hour.) The drama kids got us loaded in and set up and ready to run in roughly 12 minutes. YOU KIDS ARE AWESOME. After the show, they surrounded us for hugs and autographs, then took us around to the front of the school to take pictures with the tractors they DROVE THERE THAT DAY.
• Being from L.A., the coolest geographical oddity I ever see the 405/101 junction. Here in Twin Falls, not only are there waterfalls (Which during the fall and winter months are nothing--but evidently look AWESOME in the summer...I'll just have to come back) but there's a gorge. An effing gorge. Like a 'drive a bridge over it because its torn the very earth asunder' gorge. We all took a trip down there yesterday evening. Effing gorgeous. PUN INTENDED.
• Found Mario 3 at a thrift store.
• While eating a school-provided lunch off of a sectioned tray, I had a conversation with a red-headed kid about how, despite waking up a five in the morning every day to go work on his farm, he really loves to perform as much as he can. I felt like a walking advertisement for 'Life through art'. "All this and more can be yours too!" I told him that no matter what, find time to read plays and speak the words. That's something he can do anywhere, with or without a stage. I imagine he's standing atop his combine shouting Lear right now.

If somebody had pulled me aside in school and told me that after graduation, this would be my JOB. An actual JOB I could GET, I would've laughed and told them to stop hogging all the jungle juice. I'm sitting in a Hampton in Twin Falls, Idaho--about to go bic my bald head, eat a continental breakfast with a handful of the coolest people I've ever met, go strangle my wife in front of hundreds of kids, then hop on the road for a few hours while listening to Tally Hall and cracking jokes with that same handful of people. Pinch me.

Left cheek, please.

Love love love,
Dakotah

What's your FAVORITE thing about touring?

"What's your favorite thing about touring?" asked the girl from Central High's school paper. Her tone sounded like she'd asked herself in a mirror over and over and now it was CRUNCH TIME. In the background, a fellow staffer was snapping pictures. I leaned down toward her phone, which she was using to record our chat.
"Well," I began as I heard Maria (our awesome Lady M and all-around super cool lady) answering the exact same question behind me, "I love the fact that we're presented with an entirely new show every night." My subtext was Don't sweat it, future journalist, you're doing fine! This is probably weirder for me than it is for you. "That space is different, the audience is different, it all informs the kind of show we have in the end. I love it, it's like theatre boot camp."

Indeed it is.

I thought about the past week or so. Counting the two previews, we'd done about 10 shows and 2 workshops since last Friday. I haven't gotten up this early this frequently since High School. Many a morning, I found myself trudging to our meeting spot (The Omaha Community Playhouse) with my hands buried in my sweatshirt pockets, trying to squeak out a warm-up on the way there while I attempt to wrap my brain around this career path. I wake up at 5:30am to get together with friends, drive to a high-school and MAKE BELIEVE for an hour. Last Wednesday, we had three shows. That means three load-ins and load-outs. Three sets of fight calls (The final Macbeth Macduff scene on the final performance was an exercise in endurance.) And a whole lot of STANKY LEGGINGS. Afterward, I felt like I unlocked a damn Achievement. If you can do that, you can do any-fucking-thing.

"So, you've been doing this for a while. Do you like your other cast members?" she asks, a bit more relaxed now after we'd chatted a bit.
"I love em'. I LOVE EM'." Tune it down, Dakotah--you're scaring the poor highschooler. "It's a pleasure to work with such an amazing group of people. We all really have each others' backs out there." And we do. We've yet to have our Perfect Show, so in the meantime--we're ready to jump in on a missed cue, help each other put on clothes (in AND out of show, ROWR--no that's not true), clarify stuff, dial shit up/down, and if need be--deliver Maria's baby. I'm just sayin'--how awesome a story would that be? "And she never broke character!"

"Do you ever get tired doing the same show over and over?"
"No, not really." I wished one of the kids had asked this in the talkback. I've been wanting to verbalize this thought process for a while. "The way I see it, every night you're noticing something else. It's like when you watch a movie over and over--you start to appreciate the minutiae. The more we do it, the more new stuff I hear every day."
"Oh wow," Reporty McReportpants laughs, no longer in 'reporter mode', "I never thought about it like that."
"Yeah."
"So, how did you like Central High?"
"Ah-" I pause. How exactly do I say this? "They're rambunctious, but pretty focused. I think they really dug the show." Well done, Brown. No f-bombs. To be honest, they had some trouble with unsex me here, and all the murders--which are evidently HILARIOUS(??), and I definitely saw some kids sleeping, reading, and playing with either PSPs or their wieners (I couldn't tell, it was three dudes hunkered into their chairs all looking at one dude's crotch.) To be honest, the best shows we've had were at a pair of havens for underprivileged children. The kids helped us set up, paid INCREDIBLY close attention to the show (which they LOVED), and their questions were the most intelligent we'll probably get on the tour. On top of that, they're all SUPER sweet kids. I'm amazed that we got to enrich their lives with our make believe. We're actually helping people. Shakespeare is fucking AWESOME.

"Well thank you," the girl said into her phone, "thanks a lot."
"Oh yeah, of course! Thanks for comin' to the show! Pleasure to meet you." and she leaves after a firm, professional handshake.

I have the best job ever.