It's Monday morning. I've just rolled out of bed, put on pants (always important), brushed my teeth (debatably more or less important), and am walking to class. At various places around the city, 15 or so other people are converging on the same location as I am. Upon our arrival, there is a nervous energy of expectation. A slight eagerness. Anticipation.
Check-in.
If you didn't wince a little when you read those words...you've never checked-in. It seems the words themselves could easily be followed by the TNT splash with the movie announcer voice proclaiming "we know drama." It's that serious. You walk into the rehearsal space, see all the chairs are in a circle, and a little voice in your head goes "welcome to Tear Fest 2011 where if you aren't crying you aren't trying." I'm exaggerating...a little.
