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A Phantom Ski Day
There comes a time in every actor’s life when he or she must sacrifice immediate pleasure for the sake of his or her art. Wednesday was such day. Instead of riding the slopes of Mount Washington with glee, the musical cast was pushed to the limit by an avalanche of words, words, and more words. Or as the stage manager and stage hands would say, “Cues, cues, and more CUES!”
Not all words were sung, as many were in the form of constructive criticism projected across the stage by our loving director, Mrs. Edna Widenmaier. Most of the scenes we ran through were not blocked in yet, and having 11 hours to go from Act One to Act Two was a godsend.
By the end of the day, even though our bones ached and eye-lids drooped, there were some great laughs, and better yet, glimpses of the fruits of our labour. Await the archetype of musical theatre. The Phantom cometh.
Min K
Not all words were sung, as many were in the form of constructive criticism projected across the stage by our loving director, Mrs. Edna Widenmaier. Most of the scenes we ran through were not blocked in yet, and having 11 hours to go from Act One to Act Two was a godsend.
By the end of the day, even though our bones ached and eye-lids drooped, there were some great laughs, and better yet, glimpses of the fruits of our labour. Await the archetype of musical theatre. The Phantom cometh.
Min K