Opening night went well, all things considered. I mean, traditionally a daytime meteor large enough to create a sonic boom heard all over the province is considered an inauspicious omen in theatrical circles. But nobody mentioned the Scottish Play, so we got away with nothing more than me saying “Majesty” when I meant “Highness” in one scene, and accidentally kicking in the only backstage light in an attempt to perform a stretching exercise. But neither these minor mishaps, nor the fact that the set was still being completed behind the curtain well after the audience were seated, did not seem to significantly mar the production.