Mister Wibbles Sez. . .

It’s kind of scary, in a way. This is the first show I’ve worked on that my Dad hasn’t come to see. And now, Mom won’t be coming either. No one from my family will, and that’s kind of strange. None of my friends are working on it, and none of them have even seen [...]

The worst part of my evening is the last fifteen minutes before curtain. All the little boxes on my list have checks in them. All the props have been counted thrice. We’ve gone over the cues until it all feels smooth. And I sit here, trying to figure out how to keep myself sane.