I’ve never been fond of costuming ripped tee-shirt plays. Though I do like those 100 seat houses and the idea of not being that far from outside.
Lucky for me, I never wanted to be a stage actor. I am afraid of the dark and can’t walk off in blackout between scenes.
...His theater experience was noteworthy in that he tried to forget it. He hadn’t had a clue he couldn’t walk offstage in blackout between scenes. The glow tape on the back sides of the larger prop furniture did not inform him enough to exit gracefully. Footlights came back on (too soon) and the audience noticed him squinting, looking horrified and trapped against the back wall, up stage, edging himself along toward the wing. That evening had been opening night, and the people didn’t know the play would develop into a tragedy. They laughed nervously as the wall crawler faltered out of the set.
Haunted by this memory...
An actor turning around between speeches is the same as three dots.
Church is much like theater. For those of you feel differently, let me remind you of the facts. Going in the front door you are greeted, and become aware of the see and be seen aspect of the place you are in. The collection of money is taken sooner (or later) and you are handed a program and maybe a candle to light. Someone is there to help with finding a seat in the house. As the lights adjust, you are asked to be attentive toward the stage or soap box where you my or may not be asked into audience participation, see your handbill.
One usually exits with an enlightened feeling. Granted it may be spiked with cathartic or pathos taint but it will be an uplifting elixir of life-changing life-lasting ability, or disappear after an afternoon visit. Or, I guess not.
Finally, you would never shorten the name of a holy person, just as you would never nickname an opera principal. You just don’t call Sparafucile, “Sparcey”.