*squirmity restless squirm shrug scratch head cross arms pout*
I don’t know what the deal is. Something doesn’t feel right. Ick. I guess it goes with the territory of He–I mean, Production Week. Was I too snippity with my fantastic sound guy, who makes magic happen in a hideous “performance space” with cement block walls and tile floors? Was I so preoccupied with pit issues that I forgot to really listen to the singers and watch the dancers? Am I going mental?
Truthfully, I think it’s all part of the painting oneself into a corner as opening night approaches. I wish there weren’t three more gigs after this one, but if wishes were fishes…
Still, it was great fun playing with the band, and I think the kids are funneling down to opening in style. Very proud of everyone.
Thanks to my regular RtB fiends (and you know who you are) for hanging in there and reading the rants and tripe. Back to normal lunacy very soon, I promise. I have movies to review.