Last night I had an anxiety dream about Opening Night of Snow Falling on Cedars (which is this Saturday). In my dream, the theatre (which seats like 500-something people? Maybe 600?) was almost totally empty. Only 60 people showed up, because all the tickets were comps and stuff, so we had a lot of no-shows. We closed the doors (?) to the side sections of the orchestra and the balcony because everyone fit right in a little clump in the middle.
I was kinda in trouble. A big part of my job is to pack Opening Night.
Then, it wasn’t actually Snow Falling on Cedars, I think it was like a janky version of Disney’s 101 Dalmations, and all these older patrons were yelling at me to turn up the volume and tell everyone to stop talking.
I’m pretty sure that’s not what’s going to happen. But I will be checking the seating map today to see how many empty seats we have left. And for the first time ever, I think I will check with the box office right before 8 pm to see how many will-call tickets weren’t picked up.
The Cameraphone Diaries 