How I Became a Stage Manager
By
M. (Matthew) William Shiner
I never remember on career day choosing this career – I am not sure who in their right mind would chose this career. That in itself probably proves I am not in my right mind.
I started off (please no comments) as a child actor, and quickly found out the life of an actor is not all glamour and opening night parties, and soon found myself wanting to get out the business. I actually remember HATING stage managers, and trying to get away with murder. It must be karma coming back to haunt me sometimes when things don’t go quite as smooth as I would like.
In high school I made a decision to leave behind that part of my life, and I started to prepare my life to be one of the following; counselor, minister or high school teacher. I started my undergrad education as psych major at UC Irvine, and probably would have stayed out of theatre for good, unless there wasn’t those pesky fine arts requirements. One literature class lead to an acting class lead to declaring a theatre minor, then a theatre/pysch double major, and then finally dropping the pysch all together. Watching a performance of Churchill’s Cloud Nine I was hooked. I mean, I remember the night in the audience of Barnum starring Jim Dale in which he sang “Out There” just to me – I swear that to this day – I knew the magic of theatre and the power it has the audience. But in college, I became enthralled with how it was all put together. How did they do those quick changes? The scene changes? How was that lighting effect done?
So, I spent a year (not by plan, but by chance) shadowing a grad stage manager at UC Irvine (Lisa Schiable) – first as crew, then two shows as an assistant stage manager – at that point I was hooked. Yes, I continued to try my hand at acting (I had a flare for physical comedy and comedy in general – anything stylized.). I wrote several plays that were performed and won contests. I directed. I designed. But not one thing ever did it for me – it was having my hands a bit in every pie that seemed to be for me.
I also found out, I was kind of good at it. I had the right personality for it. I took pride in my work. I had an incredible work ethic (I don’t mind long hours). I had found my calling in life. But it was never a light bulb. I was asked to ASM here, SM there, and soon, I remember someone asking me what I did for a living, and I said I was a stage manager – and it hit. That’s what I wanted to be when I grew up.
I remember my first real paycheck as a stage manager, it was something like $800 for two weeks work. I was so happy to pay my rent with money I made for doing something I had been doing for nothing or next-to-nothing for so long.
As I continued growing and learning, I learned that a lot of who am I is EXTREMELY well suited for this job. Most of it comes very naturally for me and I do it well, well enough to make a very good living at for the past five years, and really no end seems to be in sight. (Although at the end of a long week . . . sometimes I wish there was an end in sight.)
In the end, I think stage management found me more then I found it.