There was an accident last night.
Two people fell out of a window at a party. A guy and a girl. He's in the hospital. She died. I knew the guy. I might have known the girl. More importantly, though, is that a lot of other people knew the girl as well. And it's shook them up real good.
I was going to go in to the theatre early today to hang lights for a show that was supposed to go up on Tuesday. That's two days from now. A wonderful concept. The set was built in two days. The writing would be done, inspired by the set and the environment, in two days. Two days rehersal followed by two performance days.
That was the plan.
There is no more show. Many people knew the girl. Many people involved in the show knew the girl. How many? I couldn't say. What I can say, though, is that many people involved in this project probably didn't know the girl. Selfish as it might seem, I question the cancelling of the show. Tragic, yes. Many people might have trouble concentrating on the show because of what happened. And in this college environment there really isn't the need for that much structure.
But what of the people whose work has gone into this show already? I know that the set was perhaps one of the most creative I've seen in quite a while. The writers will no longer have a forum for their work. The actors will no longer be allowed to express that work.
I don't think that the show should have been cancelled. At the same time, however, I haven't put any time into the show yet, and I have no say in the decision. I do wonder if this is really the best way to deal with the situation at hand.
It probably is.
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