{"id":312,"date":"2017-07-23T11:48:33","date_gmt":"2017-07-23T16:48:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/?p=312"},"modified":"2017-09-06T10:15:01","modified_gmt":"2017-09-06T15:15:01","slug":"re-entry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/2017\/07\/23\/re-entry\/","title":{"rendered":"Re-Entry"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>[<em>Originally published as one of my Facebook Notes<\/em>]<\/p>\n<p>It has often occurred to me that one of the truly \u201cout of joint\u201d aspects of doing community theatre is the \u201cre-entry\u201d. We all experience it: you build the intensity around the show, from diddly-squat at early rehearsal, gradually increasing to total involvement during the run, to the point that, for a week or two, the Show is the one, true rhythm of reality, the focus of all your energy and thought, and \u201cout there\u201d is a mere mist, a phantom world that you wander through until it\u2019s time to do the Show again.<\/p>\n<p>But then the final curtain falls, you strike the set and haul your paraphernalia home, and go back to work the next morning. And the odds are that almost <em>no one<\/em> back in this (old) \u201creal\u201d world has any inkling of the fact that for several days now, you have been A Completely Different Person. It\u2019s not that they are aliens, but nevertheless, you have inhabited, even in their midst, a totally different reality. Sure, you looked the same, and you\u2019ve taken part in all the normal activities. But your inner monologue has always been thinking about lines and movement and expression and how to fix that or improve this and tweak everything, to find some subtlety that will keep it real, and make it <em>better<\/em>. All the while going about the daily chores that pay the bills.<\/p>\n<p>And then comes the exit from that orbit of rarefied air and the Re-Entry into the thick air \u201cdown here\u201d. It always takes a few minutes (or hours, or even days perhaps), to trade in the rhythm of the Show for the mundane rhythms of your other life. Inevitably, you\u2019re still spending a few brain cycles on improving a performance that is now forever beyond change, and that world of the Show begins its fade into dissolve. And you turn that inner eye and ear to the <em>next<\/em> show.<\/p>\n<p>Theatre people walk in two worlds, I think. And how easily we slip through that unseen, seemingly fragile, yet infinite curtain that separates them.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">\n<hr align=\"center\" size=\"2\" width=\"100%\" \/>\n<\/div>\n<p><em>\u00a9 2017 Chuck Puckett<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Originally published as one of my Facebook Notes] It has often occurred to me that one of the truly \u201cout of joint\u201d aspects of doing community theatre is the \u201cre-entry\u201d. We all experience it: you build the intensity around the show, from diddly-squat at early rehearsal, gradually increasing to total involvement during the run, to &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/2017\/07\/23\/re-entry\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Re-Entry&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-312","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-theatre"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=312"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":318,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312\/revisions\/318"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/puckettpublishing.com\/yearsofbeing\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}