I must not hurt the skinny people!

I gave myself a scare tonight. Jeff is our Wolf and Cinderella's Prince, and as Granny, I crawl out of his belly (from behind the bed) and pretend to beat the living shit out of him in revenge for him eating me and Red. Tonight, I grabbed his shirt front and pulled, so his shoulders hovered about five inches off the bed, and then I pushed a little too enthusiastically, and I heard his head go THUNK on the bench. I nearly lost my train of thought and tried not to laugh or freak out. Then I looked into Red's big, blue eyes, and she was on the verge of laughing, too, which made my own gigglish tendencies worse. I somehow finished my scene and apologized profusely to Jeff after, who said he was in complete control the whole time, but that THUNK sounded awfully real to me.

I was really on as Mother, though. I was a tiny bit flat on a note that is right where my voice transitions from chest to head, but other than that, I had volume and pitch just right. And I remembered all the words!

Twenty-three down, one to go. Sundays are matinees, so we'll sort through costumes and props after the show, have our cast party, and then come back to strike the set in the evening. And then I shall come home and wibble for a bit.