One night only, my friends! I hope you can make it!

Hello random 2 a.m anxiety attack. How's it hangin'?

*sigh*

I had a really nice night. :)

I am totally in love with Life, my "job", and my beautiful husband.

*happy sigh*

Yeah.

And I didn't fall on my ass dancing today, after all.

I totally give myself dancer cred for this.

So I (still) Don't Think I Can Dance, but I DID today!



(Also, I sang, but..that doesn't really scare me so much.) ;)

Today I go on as a Kit Kat Girl.
(And with Press attending.)

Eek.

Here goes nothin'!

Opening night was magical.
Truly magical.

We have a SHOW!

The after party/reception was catered, toasts were made, feedback was WONDERFUL, and then we were all ushered back into the theatre where the cake was presented...

(pictures forthcoming)

The cake was decorated with one of the photos my wonderful husband took. :)
The LA Times were among the press there, last night, and our PR person has requested, for them, some full res versions of A's photography for use in the reviews and blurbs. That's my baby!!

And I'm looking forward to some more magic, tonight...

Yeah!

"Though beautifully sung, the twice-performed, Nazi anthem "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" is chilling and horrific in its all-too-clear, predictive implications. "

That's what I was hoping for!

The preview tonight was interesting!
:)

The newly lacquered stage, served as a lovely ice skating rink for those of us in heels. I do NOT know how the dancers managed. Pros! I was just thankful that I get to do most of my scenes barefoot. ;)

There was a lovely moment of panic when one of my sailors got caught in a quick change, (literally,) and did not make it on stage to interrupt me at a key point. Ah, live theatre!! But I think I covered fairly well, he made an entrance at the last possible second, and I don't believe the audience noticed a thing. *phew*

For Fraulein Schneider and myself, however, it was a loooong and scary stretch of time that felt a lot like free-falling from a plane. (Not that I've ever fallen or jumped from a plane,.. but I'm pretty sure that's what it feels like.)

Hehe.

Even with the snags it was a pretty good performance, I think.
The audience was fun, and responsive. (Love that. It makes all the difference in the world.) :)

And now I must go to bed.

It's Opening Night!! :)

Tonight was our 2nd Dress, (and my one and only rehearsal as a Kit Kat Girl, before I go on for a paying audience on Sunday.)

Whee!

Some of my faves from 1rst Dress.

(Taken by my wonderful hub.)

This may be too much information for some of you... but for singers, or people who employ singers, it's good information to have. I can't believe I've been singing this long, and am just now learning of this.


( The Menstrual Cycle And The Singing Voice )

Link.

There is a very good chance I am going to be going on, as a dancer, on opening night.
Ja, that vould be press night.

Um...

Whee?

Last night I was nervous about learning it well enough by the Sunday matinee of opening weekend.

Opening night, huh?
And in front of critics,....

O.K.


This makes the quick change I've been stressing about seem pretty mild, anyway.

I kind of love my life. :)

I got to sit still and watch the Tony's tonight, while resting my aching muscles from a loooong, and productive, weekend of rehearsals.

I don't think I've ever been IN a show, during the Tony's. It totally brought that tiny little girl with big, big dreams to the surface.

I love what I do. I hope I don't ever let Life get in the way of that again. :)

So it looks like I'll be dancing in this show after all. Oi.

We open two weeks from yesterday, and about an hour ago I found out that I am now going to be a dance-swing, (on top of the role I am currently playing.)

*eyes pop out of head*

For non theatre types... that is like an understudy, but for multiple roles/dance parts.
Dance/swings are basically the bad-asses of the theatre world in my book. Not ONLY are they dancers to begin with (which I freaking RESPECT like crazy), but they can also jump in and perform any role/dance part that needs it, at the drop of a hat.
(That means learning the same dance--with different choreography, spacing, timing, character...yadda yadda...and just being able to DO IT. Just like that!)

In my case, it is only one number. *phew*
But... right that whole I'M NOT A DANCER thang!?
That's kind of a factor.

But hey! I have...less than two weeks.

*gulp*

I totally wanted to be in this number 2 months ago, when I had time to learn and perfect it. When it turned out that I wasn't in it, I stopped worrying about things like stretching, and exercising, and eating well. 'Cause see, I can look unhealthy in my role! It fits the character! I'm SUPPOSED to look kind of bad, anyway!

But now, I have two weeks to become a dancer...

Two dancers, actually.

I go on for Lulu opening weekend.
And for Fritzie.... some other date that I didn't even think to ask.

Um... yeah. So that's where I'll be for the next two weeks...
No more frivolous things like LJing, or WoWing, or breathing.
I gots to gets my $#!# together!

How did this happen?

Adventure, here I come!!!

What IS IT with crazy bitches?

How poisonous are Black Widow speeders?

I'd look it up myself, but I don't want to look at pictures. (The corpse on my doorstep will do just fine, for reference.)

But, like... are they dangerous? To kitties, and teeny people?

Anybody?

Oh. Mother. Effer.



*head desk* *head desk* *head desk*