When I think about being in a play, I usually think about what my on-stage experience is going to be like.

Of course, much of an actor’s theater time is spent off-stage. This was especially true for me in the recently closed “Cat On a Hot Tin Roof,” a three-hour (with intermissions), three-act play where I played the supporting character, Mae. (Fondly known as the very pregnant, very bitchy sister-in-law). As Mae, I spent about 2 hours of the show (most of Acts 1 and 2) NOT on stage but backstage.

Being backstage can be quite a unique and unusual experience. Simultaneously boring and  nervewracking. I’m not talking about any backstage drama (at least not on-the-record) but simply what it’s like waiting for your time to take the stage.

I don’t know how actors of yore did it without smartphones. I used my smartphone primarily to peruse the Facebook, while I saw other of my fellow cast mates play Solitaire and text friends and family.

Of course there are dangers to killing backstage time with smartphone-zoning. This hasn’t happened to me, I swear, but I’m worried that I might get so engrossed in Facebook that I’ll miss a cue. Or, more likely, I won’t miss a cue, but I just won’t have my head in the game because I haven’t been fully present and I won’t give my all to my scene. So I try to give myself plenty of transition time from smart phone to stage to focus.

There are also still times when having a smartphone backstage isn’t an option. This was the case for me during a signficant portion (20 minutes? 30 minutes? 3 days?) of the second act of “Cat,” as light from a backstage smartphone screen might have been visible onstage.

So in effort to pay more respect to a part of the theater experience that usually gets ignored, here are some of my top “Backstage During Act 2 of ‘Cat’ Thoughts:”

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As this Big Daddy/Brick (Chad) drama was unfolding onstage, meanwhile backstage…
  • What am I going to eat tonight when I get home?
  • What am I going to wear tomorrow?
  • Holy Sh$% I can’t believe I’ve got a new job/promotion!
  • (This only happened the night I was offered new job): Wish I had a chance to talk to Chad about job offer before rehearal started. When will I finally get to tell him? What will he say?
  • Am I insane for accepting promotion?
  • What am I going to eat tonight when I get home?
  • Damn, it’s cold back here.
  • Did I rub the makeup off my tattoo?
  • I really want to take a nap.
  • I CAN’T take a nap! I MUST STAY AWAKE!!!
  • Did I fall asleep? Did I miss my cue?
  • I can’t wait to eat and drink when I get home.
  • What are my lines for the next act?
  • I really hope we don’t f%$k up the next act.
  • Wow Chad sounds amazing.
  • Did Chad really hurt himself? (Chad’s character, Brick, fell onstage)
  • I wish I was as good of an actor as Chad is.
  • Big Daddy (the character) probably has colon cancer just like my mom did.
  • My died when she was 64, a year younger than Big Daddy is.
  • My mom frequently said she had a spastic colon, just like Big Daddy.
  • Damn, this show is depressing.
  • When am I going to wash my hair next?
  • When am I going to dye my hair next? I want to time it well with upcoming Florida vacation and my birthday.
  • How long until I am home and able to drink and eat?
  • Argh, my fake boobs are slipping again.
  • The tag in my pregancy belly really itches.
  • I have to remember to walk like I’m pregnant when I’m on stage.
  • How goofy is StanLee B going to be when we get home? How late will he let us sleep tomorrow?

 

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