A helicopter broadened its search perimeter over Burbank Boulevard, circling the neighborhood of darkened streets and nondescript post-production facilities that the Lonny Chapman Theatre calls home. Yet, there we stood. Huddled on the corner. In defiance of the Hollywood machine, and the chaos of NoHo. We were not going anywhere.
We discussed character. Pacing. Plot. Criticism. The process.
This is how we wrapped the first stage reading of a new play. This is how it begins.