Tomorrow is opening night for The Music Man.
We're almost there. I just realized yesterday that this show is going to be pretty amazing. I got to wear a microphone for the first time last night at our dress rehearsal - and it wasn't turned off for 76 Trombones. So when I was singing the last verse with everyone else (in my Irish accent, no less!) my mother said it sounded like a solo. Oops! ;) Good thing the mic didn't pick up on the improvised conversation I was having with "Marian" off stage as we were making our way back to the dressing room. I was reproving her for bringing her book to the River City July 4th event at City Hall.
I know that a full account of the last few days would bore you all to tears. They've been loads of fun, but they lose something in the retelling. But I have to say these last three things:
1) My feet hurt.
2) The City Hall bleachers are the best part of the show. Seriously. When I'm in the ensemble, I get to sit up there during part of Shipoopi clapping and cheering until my hands are red. And when I'm Mrs. Paroo, I get to sit up there with Marian. And I think we just have too much fun up there.
3) I forgot what 3 was...