By Kathleen Vanesian
By Amy Silverman
By Robrt L. Pela
By Jim Louvau
By Kathleen Vanesian
By Benjamin Leatherman
By New Times
By Becky Bartkowski
We've heard of stage managers, but who knows exactly what they do? Alfredo Macias does, and he the stage manager of Stray Cat Theater's current production of A Number attempts to enlighten us here. And to try to convince us he hangs with genies.
I knew I wanted to be in show business when I would watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer on TV. Sad, but true.
The worst thing about being a stage manager is no longer being able to watch live theater, or even movies at times, without noticing the tiny details and mistakes that nobody else would bother to notice.
The happiest day in my life hasn't really happened yet. I'm saving that for when I get married, or my first child is born, or something cheesy like that.
If I could be anyone other than myself it would be Joss Whedon (creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly). That man is a true creative genius.
It’s not entirely true, but I sometimes tell people thatI'm not an actor. I do enjoy being onstage, but the right project hasn't come along and I have come to love stage managing a lot more.
The fictional character I am most like isprobably Aladdin. He's poor, ambitious, a dreamer, and works hard to be bigger than he is. Plus he bursts into song anywhere and often, which I tend to do. And he has a big blue genie for a friend. Which I also have.
I am utterly terrified ofmullets! And of forever being alone.
I laugh uncontrollably at my friends. Hands down.
The thing no one understands about stage managing isthat it really is an art form. A stage manager has to understand all aspects of theater and is in charge of making sure all these different aspects come together to create a performance the audience can enjoy.
Currently, I am reading (or rereading) Harry Potter Book 6. I'm one of the few people left who hasn't read Book 7 yet.
The first time I got drunk, I hope I had a blast, because I really don't recall my first time. I know I was only 16 or 17 but was apparently so drunk I don't even remember how old I was.
Like my mother used to say, "Has comido hoy? Que comiste? Tienes que comer algo!" ("Have you eaten yet? What did you eat? You have to eat something!")