Yesterday, I was feeling particularly down. It felt like I was facing more extreme stresses than usual… and I don’t like regular stress (I know, weird, huh?). Anyway, it pretty much sucked. Aside from the fact that I had shared the stage with Tommy Tune… “there is no such thing as small parts, just small actors” or something like that. What I mean to say is that however brief my time on stage with Tommy was, and regardless of that fact that I had no lines, and absolutely no dancing of any kind, I performed with Tommy Tune. Let me give you the play-by-play:
[Tommy Tune deserves Sainthood for this.]
-I step out carrying a very bedazzled red penguin-tailed coat… a large one… this guy is huge. Tall that is. “5 feet, 17 1/2 inches, and all fun”… (that’s in the ad copy.)
-I walk down stage, toward the masses, to the fans. … even if they were his fans. and even though my mark was behind a row of lights and several very large power chords that are non existent as far as the audience is concerned, but still very real to me. Potential death. I was risking my life to walk on stage and stand hear Tommy. But the show must go on!
So anyway, yesterday was really hard. …wah wah wah
I was hoping today would be better, but I was still feeling absolutely horrible. After a pep-talk from one of my favorite co-workers, I felt loads better. I was able to sit down and focus and get my sh*t together. Later, I had to pick-up laundry and make a stop at that bank. On my way back to the theatre, I began to wish I had a better shirt to wear with my skirt for that night’s show. I decided to stop in at T.J.Maxx. I’ve had a store credit gift card for a while that needed spending anyway… you know where this is going anyway, so here’s what I bought:
I felt a lot better after that and hurried back to work.