Opening Night is in a mere four hours.
This show has been such a struggle to get to stage. We've dealt with scheduling nightmares, prop hell, food poisoning, twisted ankles and a little storm named Wilma (which, in turn, brought us no electricity, more scheduling nightmares, dark bathrooms, longer hours, missed rehearsals . . .) We are finally here. The season will open tonight.
One of our singers calls me from the emergency room this afternoon with bronchitis. He'd been given a cortizone shot but he won't know for several hours if it will work.
We have no covers.
Fortunately, we have one singer who's been studying the role. So, instead of dressing to the nines right now, I have to go to the rehearsal studio and walk this fabulous man through the role in case our singer can't go on.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were doing Macbeth right now.
Full coverage of the opening, in all its finery and pomp, will come tomorrow..
Right now, it's still a madhouse.
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