I was a bit of a cowpoke in the show tonight:

…and a TV in the greenroom means no one has to miss the Idol:

(I don’t watch it, tho)
I was a bit of a cowpoke in the show tonight:

…and a TV in the greenroom means no one has to miss the Idol:

(I don’t watch it, tho)
I made this prop Interpol I.D. badge (which was to be folded and put into a lanyard) for a character I was supposed to play tonight. At the last minute, however, I was asked to switch roles with another actor, so I didn’t get to wear it. He did, tho, so at least it made its debut tonight after all.

Had a matinée today in which I got to dress up. Sometimes, I actually clean up pretty well!

The Boys in Blue - A night onstage where 70s chic meets a poor-man’s King Arthur and Sir Lancelot.

Man: My letter says that I need to report to room 113.
Woman: Yes.
Man: Here I am.
Woman: Please take a seat and wait until your name is called.
Man: I thought you’d take a little more interest. Seeing as I’ve actually shown up. It looks as though I’m the only one who has actually shown up. It’s like I deserve a gold star.
Woman: There have been others.
Man: Really?
Woman: Here and there. Others. They all take a seat and wait until their name has been called. And they all go through that door.
Man: How long is the wait?
Woman: Can’t say.
Man: Can’t or Won’t.
Woman: Pick one.
Man: Won’t.
Woman: That’s too bad.
Man: What?
Woman: Too bad. That you have such a negativity about you. It won’t serve you well once you go in there. Through the door.
Man: Do you know what happens when you go in there?
Woman: Can’t say.
Man: Can’t or won’t?
Woman: Pick one.
Man: Can’t.
(a muffled speaker says a name)
Man: That’s my name.
Woman: You’d better go.
Man: Right through that door.
Woman: Yes. Right through it.
Man: What if I didn’t?
Woman: Who knows what would happen.
Man: Do you know? Do you know what would happen?
Woman: Can’t say.
Man: Can’t or Won’t?
Woman: Pick one.
Today I figured I’d try to apply some of the lessons I’ve learned from improv to written drama. I’m always better improvising than trying to write things down, because my internal critic is super-hard on me as soon as I put fingers to keys. So! I present a brief dramatic interlude, on the theme of At the Crossroads.