As is customary the day before a new show – or so I am told by those who are more familiar with the experience than I – I am a bit jittery, despite the fact that I am not even one of the performers. My concerns, however, have nothing to do with performance anxiety and everything to do with worry for the relative safety of the audience, given the instability of Stone and Ritter and the utter mindless selfishness of DuMort.
Ste.Croix assures me that ‘no one has ever or will ever be in danger as a consequence of our actions’, and she seems to be confident in that pronouncement, but Ritter and Stone’s behaviour yesterday does not inspire me to a similar confidence.
While working on the final touches for ‘Dust and Shadows’ with Ms Kingsley, Dr Bezio and Mssrs O’Brien, Griswold and George, Stone was possessed by the perverse impulse to begin dancing about in the performance space, tossing noodles up into the air and attempting to catch them in his mouth (I must admit that his ability to do so is a bit impressive, if not flawless, the result of which left several spatters of tomato sauce on his clothing and the floor which fortunately Ste.Croix insisted that he clean up).
When this became too infuriating for Ritter to tolerate any longer the shouting and shoving started, which naturally led to the launching of said noodles at Ritter rather than straight up into the air.
Ste.Croix stepped in and put a stop to it at this point, although I fear that there may have been a stray noodle or two that escaped Stone’s lackluster attempt at cleaning up. His insistence that Ritter assist him in the process met with a series of rather creative insults that demonstrated Ritter’s felicity with a variety of crude metaphors (contrary to his customary attitude of propriety).
I suppose there will have to be some sort of prize if an audience member manages to find a days-old noodle hiding somewhere in a corner.