Did something last night I haven’t done in ten years — stood under the lights of the stage at the Marie Maday. Fortunately, I remembered to keep the lights in my eyes so as not to be distracted by the highly bored faces in the audience. That and my own actor move, frowning and shaking my head at everything the other characters say, made it a fairly painless experience.
One of the odd things about staged readings is the question of movement. Do you look at the other actors? Nudge, punch, etc?
