What if We Put On a Show and Nobody Came?
12 April 2003-12:44 p.m.
Last night our show opened. I was at a conference all day and I didn't really have a lot of time to sit and think about it. When I got to the theatre, that's when I started to worry. What if no one comes? What if it sucks? What if it sucks and the people who do come just smile and say "oh it was good"? Argh! Nerve wracking. When it was 7:30 or so we looked around and saw a few people, not quite a crowd but on it's way. We were calm. We were ecstatic when we had to hold the show because we had so many people still getting tickets!!! Yes that's right, we were almost sold out. More than 2/3's full!
Now ask how our boys did. They rocked!!!!!!!! It was fantastic. They were so on even I almost cried at the end. Dead silence during parts. Oh I wanted that moment, at the end of the show, when the lights blackout, of dead silence. Nobody moved. Nobody clapped. Just silence for a moment. And then Brent started the clapping and it was loud and long and enthusiastic. We made people cry. It was so fantastic. Beth looked so happy. It made all the hell worth it.
Now I'm back at work today. A co-worker has graciously agreed to switch Sundays with me, so I will be off tomorrow, and able to be there on closing afternoon. Then I'm hosting the strike party at my house. This means I must get up early tomorrow and clean. The show doesn't start until two, but I really need to go to church tomorrow, and it's Palm Sunday....those of you who've been know that Palm Sunday means LONG gospel. It's the one with participation, and every year I have to restrain myself. The whole congregation is suppose to do this response thing, everybody has a part to read. The congregation is "the crowd" and says things like "crucify him!" only it's group reading and everybody does it in this monotone voice, and the readers do their parts in monotones, and I can't help but think how much more interesting it would be if we actually read it like the play that it is. So every year I want to be the one who really yells "crucify him!" like a person in a mob would. Can you just imagine the looks I'd get. So instead of yelling I generally just get the giggles and laugh like crazy all the way through. That's when Mom seperates my father, my brother and I. Once one of us starts the Palm Sunday laughter we can't stop. I don't know why she even allows us to sit together. Sadly I will not be with them this year. Tey will have to laugh on their own.
Okay that was a weird tangent. Anyway it just means that I'll have less time to clean.