I swear, no one in the theater had any faith in me. Sure, they expected me to do my job and do their bidding and basically make sure everything happened, but the whole time they would worry "about my well being." Tech week was stressful, it always was, so naturally I would get a little stressed. But when I got stressed, which was completely natural, they started freaking out on me.
The worst thing was that they handled it all wrong. To ease my stress, did they volunteer to take some of my jobs? Of course not. Did they offer to take me to the mall or to get a pedicure? No. Did they bring me food during long rehearsals or make any move to improve my life? Nope. I understood where they were coming from, I really did, because I knew how I could get, but they could have at least helped me out. I was nowhere near the stressed out level that would require them to intervene but all they were doing was standing around and giving me worried looks.
So yes I was stressed. But I wasn't too stressed and there was nothing to worry about. I just wanted them to back off a little so I could do my job. I had endless faith in them, why couldn't they have a little faith in me?
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The Stage Manager
Short StoryBeatrice "Bea" Masters has been her theater department's wonderkid ever since she became the stage manager when she was just a freshman. But after the fiasco that was last year's musical (which was not her fault), Bea has been dying for redemption...