A not so normal night, on a night that is never normal.

I think those that know me, know that I am not a theater romantic.  I’ve learned that romanticism can go a long way in ruining art.  Maybe it is my cliché Midwestern upbringing, but I what I love about theater is the grind. I love the work; the long almost unmanageable tech weeks, the frantic rhythm of the process.  That’s not to say I don’t have times where I don’t step back and appreciate the more “magic” moments, it isn’t just how my bread is buttered, generally.

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