After 2 months of rehearsals, 14 performances, and 2 stages "Annie Get Your Gun" is all over. It was hard to think that after all the time of being with this cast and crew that it could end. On Saturday I think I had some kind of with drawl. I thought of one of my friends I made and panicked because I didn't know when I could ever see her again. I was reassured somewhat by the invention of facebook. It's an easy way to keep in touch on a regular basis. It's hard to think that at one point I dreaded going to rehearsals because I didn't know very many people and rehearsals were very slow moving. After we were done learning the show it was easy to love it more. Since I was in the ensemble, I had time during the show I could sit and talk to people and get to know them. It also helped that I had to be there 2 hours before the show started to chat.
As the last performance at the SCERA Shell came, I was very sad to not have concession drinks, food and the half hour of time where we sat on top of the hill and ate our food. I would miss the out-door atmosphere...but not the bugs. I would miss being able to belt at the top of our lungs 'Old Fashioned Wedding'. I would miss the dressing room tents that required extra lighting so we wouldn't have trouble in the dark. I would miss the stars. I would miss the lightning during the show. I would miss the fresh air.
However, it was exciting to go to BYU and perform in the deJong theatre at the HFAC. It was exciting to have a HUGE green room. It was exciting to watch the show on monitors backstage. It was exciting to have mirrors that could change angles. It was exciting to be indoors. It was exciting to have clean smelling bathrooms. It was exciting to be squished into one women's changing room. It was exciting to find our way through the maze of stairs and doors to stage and the greenroom. It was exciting to receive loud applauses. It was exciting to have strangers shake everyone's hand in the cast. It was exciting to get flowers. It was exciting.
I would NOT miss the amount of hairspray I inhaled. Or the result of what hairspray combined with 400 degree curling iron did to my hair.
I would miss fawning and fighting over Frank Butler. I would miss my umbrella. I would miss backstage dances. I would miss the effort put in to not crack up laughing when we're Indians. I would miss the LONG ballroom scene. I probably won't miss that dress that didn't really fit. Or how my feet hurt and the end of the night.
I love my dear cast mates and the crew and the directors.
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