Second night nerves hit us all. Or was it second night complacency?
It was more likely the latter as we had such a great performance last night. No matter how hard you try, the second night is always worse as you get too comfortable with the performance. The good side is that it shakes you up for the third, and in our case last, night.
I wonder if it is the same for novel writing?
Still, we have managed to perform the play twice without any serious hiccups. The only problem is at the end when the two performers seem to manage to cut out three to four pages of dialogue. The troubling thing is that the whole ending still makes sense.
Maybe Ibsen was too verbose?