Follow Steven Boyer Through the Opening Night of Time and the Conways
First thing I do after I wake up is to check that my moustache is still there. It's the crux of my character.
Yup, still got it.
Like many Americans I start my day by downing a cup of joe and checking what new horror our president has unleashed on twitter. Thankfully, he just blocked me, so on this day I'm spared his soul crushing idiocy.
It's important to eat healthy to prepare yourself for peak performance. But this is also an English play, so I gave myself a proper fry up to get in the mood. Black and white pudding not included.
You also want to conserve your energy, so you definitely don't want to schedule a band practice for the morning of your opening. I'll have to remember for next time.
The theatre at rest. Who knows what'll happen up here in a couple hours.
But I bet it will involve the Conways.
Opening night dressing rooms are the theatrical equivalent of Christmas morning.
My dressing roommate, Gabriel Ebert, likes to warm up by belting out some Roy Orbison tunes. Many don't know that his left hand is freakishly huge.
To juxtapose with the seriously dramatic nature of the show, we tend to do a lot of improv comedy bits preshow. Lots of Joe Pesci impressions for some reason.
1919 Ernest Beevers is ready for action.
What fate will eventually befall these members of the Conway family (Charlotte Parry, Brooke Bloom, Gabriel Ebert)? Perhaps a party is in their future.