Because during last night's performance, every possible thing (and things that I had never even considered!) went wrong for me. Yes, including the bloody television and remote.
And it was a packed house.
What can you do? The show must go on. And so it will. Tonight. And I will. And I will probably survive it, yet again. Albeit not in the least bit unscathed...
Psst. Just sent you an email. Don't worry about stuff going wrong. You're not on Broadway and it makes for good blog fodder! :-) xxx
you'll do just fine. and i would come and check it out if i were anywhere near baltimore ;o)
and since you asked: don't know when he'll finally come here (he's still not quite better) and i am thinkin' about taking a few weeks of unpaid vacation to come in november/december. he doesn't know about the plans though and i just made that up in my little head last night. so we'll see (oh, how i hate that sentence!!!).
and don't worry about the not-so-frequent updates. we want this to keep being fun and not become a duty, don't we. and i'll be back (now you have to imagine that with a schwarzenegger-accent of course ;o))
it's like murphy's law... the more people that are in the audience, the more likely things are going to go wrong, and the more horrible it will be when they do.
I'd offer a break a leg too but just saw a friend in a performance in which he twisted his ankle - we all told him he'd taken our encouragement too seriously.
So I'll say kick ass! instead.
Sweetie, they will remember you. And even if things went wrong, chances are a lot of people didn't notice. If they did, but they still come back, then it's proof that the show did go on and you can still kick ass.
I know it.