February 27, 2009
The longest, strangest day: six hours set aside to rehearse this evening left us leaving the building at a quarter to ten having done maybe an hourís work in all that time. She was upset because he died last night Ė we all were Ė but she dealt with it by working through. We resented her for it; storming and thrashing through scene changes. It seems foolish now but we were emotionally drained. He dropped dead from a heart attack. I didnít know him. I saw him hugging one of his students, so proud of her performance, just three days ago. Craig.