Tuesday

My lightest day of rehearsal in 6 weeks. A day which ended with me playing three games of chess with Anibal’s nine year old twins. The father went to bed at 11.15 when we began the last game.

Rehearsed at midday. More work on 4 which is now my favourite scene, if only because it’s the most chaotic, and requires the most direction. V starting to find its shape, espero, before applying the madness.

In the afternoon I went hunting for furniture with Omar. He has expensive tastes, and we visited a whole host of places the play could not afford. Still, he said it helped. Omar charming the assistants along the way. He told me about his business, and how he’s doing adverts for politicians and for Lynx. He also told me more on his theories on chicas. Also how he persuaded a politician who hadn’t paid to pay up, a story which is so wonderful it doesn’t bear repeating. However, the other thing he told me was about the money. He asked if we’d received the cash from the Intendencia, the Montevideo Teatral. I said the results weren’t due until Thursday. Then he leaned forward and said, we have. We’ve won. Not quite following I said, What? He said, we’ve got the money. It’s all done and dusted. He knows three of the judges, who have all told him it’s in the bag. They’ve read the play, they like it, they like the project. Only he can’t tell anyone we’ve got it and neither can I, until it’ official. So I shan’t tell anyone. Menos vos. Always assuming that Omar’s got it right…

No matter what, it’s good to know people are reading the play, taking it in. The show goes on whether we get the money or not. Only, assuming we do, as Omar assumes we will, he’ll have rather more efectivo to play with. Though not much time to do so.

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