"Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" on tour...
It's another long, long bus day to get to FT. Smith. Since we are on back roads, the scenery is beautiful and very interesting. I am amazed by the number of what I believe are called "shot gun shacks", small, scrubby shacks, badly in need of paint or TLC, raised up on cement footings. What amazes me even more is that they are often very near brand new McMansions.
It is near 8 pm when we finally arrive. I can always tell when we've been on the bus for more than 7 hours. After the seventh hour, Mike Donald's bitterness barometer begins to rise exponentially minute by minute. ("Aug...get me off this tin can. Why you gotta take a wrong turn? No, no, don't back up, just let me off already.") Thankfully, there is no show until the following night. Michael, Duff, Geoffrey and I go to Red Lobster for dinner and embarrass the hell out of the cute gay boy who serves us. He'll be talking about us for weeks.
The show the next night is uneventful. The wing space is cramped and the crew is not the most experienced, but these are all minor things that we've dealt with often. Allison is, at one point in the show, forced to do "the walk of shame". She has a small but important walk-across in one scene where she greets Brian's character and then shuns Steve's character before she glides gracefully up the stairs and out the main doors wearing a stunning (and very short) tangerine, designer dress. It all goes as it should until she tries to open the doors for her exit. They don't budge. She tries a little harder. Nothing. Dropping all pretense of acting, she rattles them with all her might. Still nothing. There is nothing for her at this point except to gather any dignity she might have left, descend the stairs, turn and walk off into the wings.
The audience is a bit quiet and tentative through the show but they certainly show their appreciation at the end, leaping to their feet, screaming and bravo-ing like crazy.
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