THE MAGIC OF LIVE THEATRE. . .

Is starting to grate on my nerves. Yesterday the sky drop that comes in with the Corn Row got caught on something and ended up dumping it's weighted poles onto the stage. Picture javelins dropping from the sky. Luckily none of the cast were hurt and the show didn't have to stop. One of the poles went through our 3 inch show deck and 1 inch into the theatre's actual deck. If it would have hit someone it could have killed them.

Tonight Laurey's mic freaked out on her first entrance. She left the stage during 'Surrey' to have it swapped out and didn't make it back in time for the dialogue. Aunt Eller just sat there Churning butter and Curly kind of swaggered about. Ah the joy of live theatre.

I can't wait until the weekend. We'll be in Maddison, WI this weekend and then fly to Palm Desert on Sunday for a whole week. I plan on laying by the pool, showering and doing the show. Rinse, lather and repeat.