It’s that time of year again. Snow is on the ground, carols linger in the air, and I’m searching for projects to produce next season. My desk is decoupaged with scripts galore, new and innovative works that I’m sure will inspire and entertain my mid-west audience of school children. I have to admit though, there’s one that keeps beckoning to me like the siren’s song. After every other script, it calls to me like the “precious” from LORD OF THE RINGS.
I know if I do it the schools will come in droves to my cirriculum-connection hive. Teachers will clamor for tickets. Audiences will laugh and cry. Parents will enthusiastically grab children by the arm and drag them to see what was once their childhood favorite alive on stage.
But what will my colleagues think about me if I give in to its seductive call? It’s not new. It’s not cool. It’s not hip. It is sweet, endearing, well written, and…
Money though! Guaranteed box office gold! Am I a dirty TYA sellout?
Do I dare direct CHARLOTTE’S WEB?