I Even Missed the Smell: What Its Like to Be Back at the Theater – The New York Times

Eye contact is gone. Stilettos are swapped for slippers or sneakers. Songs are passionately delivered to laptop screens.

Since most of the theater world, including Broadway and the West End, shut down in March, the stage has become largely virtual, a space filled with bookcase backdrops and many a monologue.

But cautiously, with six-inch cotton swabs and four-gallon drums of hand sanitizer, theater is creeping back on the side of a cliff in Cornwall, England; on stoops in Montreal; even, in a few cases, in New York. (And, as widely reported, in the Berkshires, where the first union-approved musical in the country just finished its run.)

The return, the Tony-winning lighting designer Ken Billington said, feels like a rebirth.

It was like coming home, said Billington, who worked on Sleepless: A Musical Romance, Londons first fully staged indoor musical since the shutdown. Everyone was smiling all the time, which sounds sort of Pollyannaish, but its true.

We asked artists and audiences even an usher and a critic to reflect on what it was like to return to shows across the world. These are edited excerpts.

The 40th anniversary tour was halted in March, but then we got the chance to do the show outdoors at the Minack Theater, which is on the cliffs on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean. Its just as breathtaking as you can imagine.

Wed start early, at 7 p.m., so people could get away in the daylight. Every show was a 90-minute battle against the elements it was very wild and noisy at times. We went through two named storms, Ellen and Francis. But every performer was desperate to get out there, as were the hundreds of audience members. We got standing ovations.

One night, a bunch of people took out their phone cameras, and I was like, Wow, I didnt realize I was acting so well! But then I turned around, and there was the most perfect rainbow sitting in the middle of the ocean.

Shonda ThurmanActor, Hello, Dolly!Garden Theater, Winter Garden, Fla.

Being an African-American Dolly amid both the Black Lives Matter movement and the pandemic is something Ill always remember.

I was thinking about the view from the stage all week before we opened I was worried that I would look out into a sea of socially distanced people wearing masks, and I didnt know what it would do to my performance. Singing with a mask on for an hour and a half is not an easy task after opening night, I felt like Id run a marathon.

I forgot how much I craved the camaraderie. Theater people sparkle theyre your tribe. You can talk about silly things like headshots and character shoes that people out in the real world dont always understand. I even missed the smell that mix of electricity and dust settled into the walls.

Right away, I got shivers. The first one of these 10-minute plays, which are performed each week on stairs and balconies in the Pointe-Saint-Charles neighborhood, made the hair on my arms stand up.

The last one I saw was performed in a park, and the subject was that theyre closing some YMCAs in Montreal its very political; small communities are up in arms because those places are community centers and people were actually screaming, No! People who werent audience members and who were just walking down the street stopped to watch. It was really beautiful.

It felt like old times, even with the sparseness of the audience. They were so excited to be hearing live music.

At the last minute, I threw in a version of Ray Charless America the Beautiful. I spent most of the evening talking about politics and social justice issues, and that song speaks to the aspirations of America America can become great, but only when humans come together.

I appreciated the ability to come together and create, but I was acutely aware of the fact that the challenge of making a living in the arts right now is formidable. So many artists are out of work, and the economic relief is lacking.

Watching a flesh-and-blood performance by Ralph Fiennes was something else. The warm gush and gratitude of it all threw my critical faculties off for a while I wasnt assessing David Hares play as dispassionately as I would have been six months ago, at first.

Of course, it wasnt the same experience as before. The room felt comparatively empty due to the reduced capacity and, since we were all wearing face coverings, there wasnt the same talkative hum. But the experience was thrilling nonetheless, from having a preshow coffee at the bar to listening in on the conversations on the way out.

We could only have about 20 people in the audience, so the applause sounded like one hand clapping. But it still moved me to tears.

Some of our best choices arent things we come up with on our own at home, but theyre reacting to how someone else says their line. That collaboration is what Ive missed. There were a few times when I was able to just look into Nathan Darrows eyes and forget the [livestreaming] camera was there. Im sure I didnt look up enough because I was so happy to be looking at another actor.

Ken BillingtonLighting designer, Sleepless: A Musical RomanceTroubadour Wembley Park Theater, London

My first time back in the theater was like being born again. I started doing the lighting, and it was like everything disappeared. Of course, I missed the social element we had no place to go out after rehearsals. Id go back to my hotel room and have a cookie. But I slept soundly, wonderfully I bounded out of bed in the morning and went to the theater.

When the house lights went down on opening night, I thought the audience would cheer, but they didnt. Theyd been away for five months and had forgotten how to behave. But halfway through Act I, they got more lively, and by Act II, they were fine. During the standing ovation at the end, they were applauding themselves as much as the performers.

It just seemed logical that we couldnt have a 50th anniversary season next year unless we had a 49th. Were a small summer stock community theater housed in a pre-Civil-War apple barn in the states northern panhandle. We had to cancel four of our five shows, but cases are low here, so we were able to open our doors for one production in August.

Its mostly senior citizens who attend, and they were delighted. People came up to me and said, Thank God youre doing something this summer. Are you doing another one after this? And then, at our cast party, my actors did something no cast had ever done for me before: They made a donation in my honor to save the barn.

We were nervous, so we capped our first show in our pocket park in July at 65 people. But the demand was incredible we sold out. It was like a mental-health day for people. One couple has come back for every show weve done since.

Of course, its not easy being outdoors in a city. One night two fire engines pulled into the parking lot of the building next door. Theres traffic noise, or sometimes a motorbike decides to rev its engine down Mass Ave. The occasional drunk will wander by and ask, Whats going on? Sometimes it shimmers; sometimes its annoying. But thats the magic of live theater.

Oliver LeeBox office coordinator and usher, A Room of Ones OwnBelvoir St Theater, Sydney

The absence of physical contact was tangible kisses on the cheek were replaced with taps on the elbow. But there was an overwhelming excitement that we were in a theater again, that we were going to see someone live, onstage, performing right in front of us!

Id missed talking to everyone after the performance, slowly dissecting everything wed just experienced and realizing that everyone had taken away something different. Did you see how the lighting made this happen? Did this line make you laugh? I was trying so hard not to cry when this happened!

It solidified something wed always predicted that the experience of attending a live performance is irreplaceable.

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I Even Missed the Smell: What Its Like to Be Back at the Theater - The New York Times