It should go without saying that we’ve been rehearsing the show in masks. I would whine but it’s not me that has to SING AND DANCE while masked, I just have to mutter and giggle and explain myself. But it actually can be quite hard to see and feel if the scene is working when I don’t have the actor’s full faces. But weirdly, I’ve adjusted. I think we all have. Part of a face becomes a full face. A soul is not a nose or a mouth, it’s eyes, and the way a person gets up from a chair, reaches for their water, how they laugh and phrase their questions. It’s their sneeze and their excuses, their backstories and fears and shoes. It’s a person’s willingness to make a play during a pandemic. That is a Soul, pushing through. And thank God for it.