Groundrow · prompt copyp. 14
(First read. A Monday. Everyone round one long table, the kettle on, somebody has brought oranges.) We read the play aloud, start to finish, before anyone stands up. Nobody acts yet. The writer sits in. We find out where it’s funny.
(The rehearsal room. Four weeks. Tape on the floor.) The set goes down as coloured tape, a line for every wall and door. The model sits on the bench by the door, so nobody forgets what they’re walking into.
(Tech. The theatre. The set is in.) Two long days. Every light, sound and change gets its number and goes into this book, one at a time, while the actors stand very still in the right place.
(Previews. House to half.) The first audiences see it nearly finished. Your laugh tells us what to cut, and we’ll still be changing things the next morning. Tickets are cheaper, and we’re grateful.
(Opening.) The stage manager says “Go” from the top, and nobody stops it. After that the play belongs to the people doing it, and to you.