Shortly after my dad came home from work today I heard him bounce up the stairs. Standing firmly in the middle of my doorway he asked, quickly, “What are you doing?” I had barely opened my mouth when he continued, “Want to help me bury Jackson?” I paused. The conflicting messages weren’t uncommon. My dad … See the full post
Four performances. Three days. Months of rehearsal. A few hundred audience members. All on a desert island inhabited by hungry cannibals. Except for the last bit (we were fed an abundance of lollies), this signals the end of the concert. As usual, such a delight of fun both backstage and on stage. I got to … See the full post
We have been released from that purgatory called “Production Week” for the concert. We didn’t spend the time worrying and flapping about, instead taking the time to partake in a little serious conversation. Amongst other topics, we discussed the various aspects of pooping (becoming a bit of a theme around here), including ways of passing … See the full post
