I don't know what it is about musicals, but I'm suffering from an addiction to them.
Who in their right mind pretends to be an obsessive teenager, wear fifty year old dresses that smell like mothballs, wear curlers every night, plaster on gallons of make up, sing in a nasally voice, abstain from milk, and spend 14 hour days at school on cheese-its and easy cheese?
Well, I did, along with forty other cast members.
I hope all of my readers got to see it, but I'll be posting some photographs from it on the blog. What an experience!
I'm just going to use people's stage names to address them instead of their WP Names.
Did you know...
Many of the cast donated their own props. For instance, the slippers and hat I wore in "How Lovely to Be a Woman," are my own. Conrad's purse in the last scene is my mom's and his scarf is Mrs. Cazier. Most schools have a prop and costume bank of stuff they've been able to build up over the years, but we don't because this is the first year our school is open.
All of my dresses are my grandma's formals from high school.
Albert named his rabbit after Rosie.
The counter and the bar are the same thing, just with different covering. Her name is Tiffany.
There is a 'phantom of the auditorium' that saved Rosie from the house. Actually, when the house was being flown down (way too fast) it almost hit her square on the head. Someone yelled a warning and grabbed her out of the way, but no one admitted to being the savior. It only nicked her in the head instead of killing her.
The window grid took longer to build than almost anyother set piece and took around fifty people to help keep it straight while we lifted it up.
We are so grateful to have a pit! Suprisingly, the whole time we were practicing with it off, no one fell in. However, just a week after the play was over, someone fell in during a concert for another junior high. What are the odds?
Who in their right mind pretends to be an obsessive teenager, wear fifty year old dresses that smell like mothballs, wear curlers every night, plaster on gallons of make up, sing in a nasally voice, abstain from milk, and spend 14 hour days at school on cheese-its and easy cheese?
Well, I did, along with forty other cast members.
I hope all of my readers got to see it, but I'll be posting some photographs from it on the blog. What an experience!
I'm just going to use people's stage names to address them instead of their WP Names.
Did you know...
Many of the cast donated their own props. For instance, the slippers and hat I wore in "How Lovely to Be a Woman," are my own. Conrad's purse in the last scene is my mom's and his scarf is Mrs. Cazier. Most schools have a prop and costume bank of stuff they've been able to build up over the years, but we don't because this is the first year our school is open.
All of my dresses are my grandma's formals from high school.
Albert named his rabbit after Rosie.
The counter and the bar are the same thing, just with different covering. Her name is Tiffany.
There is a 'phantom of the auditorium' that saved Rosie from the house. Actually, when the house was being flown down (way too fast) it almost hit her square on the head. Someone yelled a warning and grabbed her out of the way, but no one admitted to being the savior. It only nicked her in the head instead of killing her.
The window grid took longer to build than almost anyother set piece and took around fifty people to help keep it straight while we lifted it up.
We are so grateful to have a pit! Suprisingly, the whole time we were practicing with it off, no one fell in. However, just a week after the play was over, someone fell in during a concert for another junior high. What are the odds?
1 comment:
what are the odds you know know my cousin? Charles Fredrick Maude to keep it safe.
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