We managed to get through it without stopping.
It wasn't the seamless miracle that "George M!" was. Man. I'll never forget that opening night. We hadn't been able to do a single run the show without stopping. The director took three steps backwards, shook her head and said, "Good luck" and bolted for the door with a suitcase in her hand. And somehow, SOMEHOW we managed to get through that act one finale montage...three quick costume changes, four songs, and "Give My Regards to Broadway" later, our vibrant little show was born. It was really a miracle show. One of those summer stock stories where a freakin' miracle happened on stage. And nobody knew but us.
That's not what happened last night.
The girls in the cast are too vain to make really quick changes, for one thing.
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That whole experience was pretty unforgettable.
Don't screw up the show.
Have a birthday.
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