abowloforanges
I can't do this, I remember thinking. I am not a stage manager. I do not wrangle people. I can only write down props list and carry so many things and bark out commands for quiet and give actors lines. I cannot build a set. I cannot design a set. I cannot give cues. I can't.
And suddenly, on opening night.... I could.
I wonder what if would have been like if you'd done Les Miserables with me.
You'd have gotten a lead. You're too good a singer not to.
But backstage, how would we have been? Surely we wouldn't hate each other. You and I would probably sneak up into the loft, or the prop closet, and have to make sure that the crew didn't catch us tasting each other's lips.
It would have been fun, wouldn't it?