Viv… What are you doing here?
Wait, what are ALL of you doing here??
“We wanted to come watch the new guy.”
“Oh way to make me feel completely calm and reassured.”
“Hey, don’t be nervous. Most of us come every year.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better in any sense of the word.”
“Also happy birthday, San.”
WHOAH. SINCE WHEN DID WE HAVE A DUBSTEP NUMBER UP IN THIS. More importantly, why didn’t anybody tell me??
(a little girl is reaching for a permanent marker on the prop table, we take notice)
(H grabs toddler by shoulders very seriously)
“Don’t you know? If you get any of this ink on your skin it will NEVER COME OFF.”
(with a sudden look of abject terror, the little girl hurries back to her dressing room)
Cast member: “Horrifying a child into obedience. Nice.”
“I do what I can to help.”
“The eye twitch was a nice touch.”
“Oh, you really think so? I thought maybe it was a little heavy-handed.”
(back to work)
Ohhhh boy. Cue the angry screaming phone calls. The sound guys have the uncensored version of a song for some reason. And just played it.
At least this is dress rehearsal.
GET OUT OF THE WINGS. OH MY GOD.
Alllllmost perfect. Almost. Dammit.
This. Is a wagon full of little cuties. They go out on stage like this. We are all losing our shit over how good they actually are. I can’t.
The inevitable Person Who Literally Takes 20 Minutes in the Bathroom, and I’M the one who has to deal with her. I guess it was my year. >:\
Preventative measures to make sure I don’t have to kill anyone.
P. S. The tag for these is “recital” in case you want to TS them. (Though I don’t know why you’d want to. :>)
This burrito is terrible.
Also today has been weird.
Also dress rehearsal tomorrow and recital on Sunday.
Along with my birthday.
But hey, at least the mad scientists are finally getting along.
If you could call it that…