This past weekend saw the final performance of THE LAST BURLESQUE.
We ended with one of the best shows and best audiences of the entire run. We’re all pretty proud of ourselves around here.
Now comes the inevitable post-show malaise.
But before that kicks in, I just want to say that there were a lot of people whose hard work and dedication got us to that closing performance. Firstly, there were Pinky Swear Productions’ leaders Allyson, Karen and Toni Rae who, three years and nine drafts ago, committed to developing and then producing LAST BURLESQUE. They were never anything but supportive and enthusiastic.
Even when it became the biggest, most complex show Pinky Swear has ever tackled.
Then there was Amber Jackson, who decided to sign on with a playwright she’d never worked with before on a play that was, when she first read it, still a few solid drafts away from completion. She directed this show to within an inch of its life.
She’s basically a creative mastermind.
But more fabulous.
With her help we recruited an amazing artistic team.
And a cast of fucking fierce actors.
We asked them to do some pretty brave things on stage.
Okay, but more…
We also asked them to perform some outside the box physical feats.
They tackled everything with glorious enthusiasm.
In the end everyone came together into one of the tightest, most incredible ensembles I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with.
That’s more like it.
The audience responded with unbridled enthusiasm.
And a little…
And sometimes flat out…
And there were plenty of feels all around.
But now it’s over.
Time to return to our real lives.
But we’ll have the memories of the fantastic work we did.
I will cherish the work we’ve done together. And at the first opportunity…
Reunion tour, bitches!
In the meantime…