But suddenly between her and the end of the tunnel, she saw someone she knew, barring the way. She entered a dark tunnel that drew her to a brilliant light that attracted her onward.
This description is common in stories of "near death experiences," along with what Spot Two said she experienced next. She saw her friends freak out when they discovered her, and had a sense of floating overhead watching the EMT's treat her. Spot Two said she felt herself leave her body, hovering above the room watching her own body convulsing on the floor. One Saturday night, at the apartment she shared with a roommate, she shot up and overdosed. She said that she had led a rough life when young, and had experimented with drugs, including heroin. One Saturday night Spot Two told us a story. On Saturdays, we had two shows, a matinee and an evening show. She was rough-edged, but nice when she heard I was interested in gardening, she'd given me a list of good local nurseries to visit in town. She was gay, I'd met her girlfriend who worked at a restaurant in the theatre district. She had helped me hang the front-of-house balcony rail, and she was a good electrician and frontlight operator. Stage Left Onstage Truss Spot Two was a woman in her forties - a little older than me at the time. It's almost like being in a confessional, talking through the grating to the unseen counselor. You hear their involuntary utterances - a muttered "oh shit!" for a mistake, or a grunt of effort, or a sigh as they stretch a stiff leg or arm. You are alone in the dark - and yet three other people are whispering in your ear. There's a peculiar intimacy that develops with people you spend so much time connected to so closely, while being unable to look in the face. "īut on a long-running show, once everybody learns their cues, something interesting happens.
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Three and Four, change to a frame One and standby up center full body iris, full intensity on the Model T when the scrim clears. Spots Three and Four, standby to fade to black in a three count as he exits. "Standby Spot Two, on the girl in white, entering downstage left, 50 percent. At first, only the cue-caller talks, and everyone's quiet, listening to the instructions.
One person knows the show - that was me - and I was connected by intercom to three other people who didn't know the show, so I could give them instructions. This means sitting in the dark, watching the stage for 2-3 hours, and pointing a powerful lamp on actors at the right time. My job was to run the spotlight for the show, and call the cues for the other spotlight operators we picked up in each town. I was traveling as a stagehand with a theatrical production. But I do love the stories! I love the way a good one makes your spine tingle. I am not a religious person, and I don't really believe in things like the afterlife, or ghosts, or the supernatural.
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