The day of the show, I woke up very groggy. I went to sleep around 5:30am, had a pretty terrible night's sleep and all in all, I had about 2-3 hours of sleep under my belt. Great. I focused my eyesight and looked at the clock. It was 10:09am. Call time was at 10. Shiiiiiiiiit. I call out "Trevor!" No response. I stumble out of bed, confused, only to find that the house was empty. I called Trevor. He told me that he wanted to make sure I overslept because I really, really needed it. He also said that he made me food and he will be there soon to pick me up and take me to run any errands that needed to be done. I love this man. I started to assemble all my costumes and discovered that my beige bustier, which I wore in pretty much every scene was missing. Alright, trip to Target it is!
Once we got to the theater, everything was in pretty good shape. Everything except for that %$@#-ing Sanitarium Square dress. Luckily, my gamble paid off. My handsewing angel, Coralee was more than happy to take care of the rest of the dress. This meant that I could sit in the corner of the theater alternately trying to nap and crochet a few more flowers. I was so sleep deprived, pretty much everyone I talked to that day asked me if I was sick or stoned. (granted, the latter wouldn't have been a bad idea) Luckily, the stress hadn't really set in yet.
Run-throughs went fairly well after the few technical issues were fixed and then it was time for...THE SHOW!
After getting into my costume for the first victim, Art tosses me a heart for Tim to rip out. While the special effects are really cool, I'm actually a little relieved that it's only going to be a heart and no blood. I show Tim where the heart is and all is well. Then, I'm walking across the stage and Eric, our special effects guru stops me and says, "Oh hey, ready to get rigged up?"
Damnit.
So the neck prosthetic and the blood packs are set up and placed appropriately and I go up to the loft to put as many clothes on to stop me (and my bra, which is used for the opera dance) from getting too messy. As I'm going back down those really steep stairs in high heeled boots and very precariously placed blood packs, I muse that if I fell down the stairs now, people would undoubtedly find me in a pool of blood with my heart on the ground, even if I just sprained my ankle. Camille cracks up.
The show starts and I have the pleasure of watching Darren and Nancy open the show with a kick-ass musical performance. I had NO idea that Nancy was the voice of Marni and Catt and I nearly peed ourselves when she sang "Chase the Morning"!!!!!
The opening graphic sequence starts and I am SO excited! The special effects are in place, everything is worked out, it's all ready to go! I open the door to the theater, scream my lungs out and flail through the audience towards the stage. Eric meets me at the stage, plugs me into the neck rig and I discover that I'm now essentially on a leash and can't reach the part of the stage where Tim usually kills me. Great. It's dark and his Repo helmet makes him nearly blind. I try to find a happy medium, hoping he will see me. He comes out on stage, finds me and proceeds to slit my throat.
The shock and horror on my face when he slit my throat was Not. Acting. It was the rush of freezing COLD blood drip down my chest, down my back...everywhere. Then Tim goes to rip out my heart and I feel the blood pack pop inside my shirt. Well. There goes my insurance against getting my clothes bloody! I run off stage and my worst fears have come true. I am soaked in blood. Every inch of my chest, back, neck, hair...EVERYTHING! Eric rips off the neck rig (ow.) and Tyler grabs me some baby wipes. Pssh, that was like trying to clean up after a flood using an eyedropper. I rip off my clothes and run upstairs where a bunch of very caring cast members all grab paper towels and baby wipes and clean me up as best they can while trying to contain their laughter. I get mostly cleaned up except for my hair (thank goodness I had dyed it black so no one could see the blood) and my bustier and bra...both of which I have to wear for the rest of the show. Panic sets it until I realize that my red fishnet shirt will cover it up for Zydrate Anatomy and that I had brought a white tank top so I could wear that for the opera dance. Crisis averted!
The rest of the show went off without a hitch, the audience was SO into it, ESPECIALLY when it came to the deleted scenes. I mean, when they realized that they were about to see Come Up and Try my New Parts on stage, the noise and the energy could be felt for miles around!!!!
During intermission, I started to change into my stuff for the Seventeen crowd. I was putting my gentern outfit on underneath so that it would be faster to change later. From the VIP room, I saw my friends, Erin, Amy, Angelique and Andy, who had come to see the show, talking to Tristan. I yell down and Tristan to go ahead and molest them to which Erin pauses and responds , "MOLESTIFY!" Which cracked me up! I looked at my pristine, white gentern outfit, and my still bloody hands and realize that everytime I change, I risk ruining the outfit. I asked Andie if I could just forgo the 17 crowd and get into gentern gear. She agrees that that would be a good idea. This meant I could watch Chase the Morning and 17 from the VIP room....which was AMAZING. Chase the morning took my breath away with Theresa's lighting and the staging and WOW!
During the opera dance, Darren got up on stage with us to dance! Yay! However, he didn't realize that we were doing Buon Giorno right afterwards so he got caught on stage! Heh!
Standing ovations, bows and a load out later....we were done! Time to party! (which is a whole 'nother story...)
I love my cast, my director, my execs and my boyfriend....who fed me, drove me everywhere, calmed me down and made it so I could get this done!
TESTIFY!
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