Sunburnt, sore, groggy, broke from a month of buying costume bits and putting gas into the Guzzler for evening rehearsal trips, and *still* finding chainmail links in my pockets...and I want to do it again. Tomorrow.
In fact, it still hasn't hit me that I won't be doing it. Part of my brain is still sure I'll see all these wonderful people in a day or so. When it really does sink in that the show's over, this might be messy. Especially since I've never, ever worked with such a talented, GOOD (in many senses of the word) cast.
In fact, it still hasn't hit me that I won't be doing it. Part of my brain is still sure I'll see all these wonderful people in a day or so. When it really does sink in that the show's over, this might be messy. Especially since I've never, ever worked with such a talented, GOOD (in many senses of the word) cast.