A long time ago I was a stage actor. I'm not talking Broadway or anything like that, but at one point I was in one play or another every day of my life for more than a year. There were comedies, tragedies, improvisational experiments, you name it. (Except musicals. I was cast in one original musical, then the author/director heard me sing and he rewrote the part. Mine was the only non-singing character in the entire play. His name was Skippy.)
I mention acting to make a point: I know about nerves and opening-night jitters. Part of acting is learning how to turn the fear to your advantage, to feed off its energy and build it into the character.
But I've never been in a one-man production, so I'm still working on how to deal with the exhibit tonight. I'm not much for small talk or cocktail party chatter. I have no idea who will show up, or how many people will be there.
The prints are printed, framed and hung. The packaged prints are ready for sale, and we are ready to take print orders for everything from a photo of Mick Jagger to photos on canvas. The invitations are out and the wine is ready to pour.
Yeah, I know, there are bigger problems to have than a solo art exhibit.
Oh, yeah, there are.