Dude, Part Dude... Deux

So, dude, I got the Dell. And at the moment I am skeezing wireless access from a nearby WiFi (there's a McDonald's across the street) to write this post backstage during the first act of Sleeping Beauty, while my castmates sing, off key, songs of their immediate creation in the green room. Sadly, there are no earplugs to be found nearby. (Kidding, guys, you know I love you.) But here we all are. Finally.

It is Hell Week. We've moved into the Darkhorse Theatre and we open on Friday. As ever, there is much tweaking to be done as we add lights and costumes to a show that hasn't had even one successful run-through during its many weeks of rehearsal. Tonight, in fact, may be the first time that the entire cast has assembled in one place for a run. I'll refrain from commenting on "professionalism". I'm just happy to be here. I do, at least, LOVE this theatre.

The monitors are not on tonight, so those of us currently offstage, downstairs, cannot hear the show. Where are we in this thing, anyway? Is it intermission yet?

I have only a few scenes in Act I; it's in Act II that I really have to be on my toes. In fact, I have a rather intensive costume change coming up, one that (the director will discover tonight) will be all but impossible to accomplish during the 3 lines of material written to cover my stage absence. Fun, fun.

A prince has arrived in the dressing room. The prince who ends the first act. It must be intermission. Time to go.

More soon, 'cause... dude.