[gasp] I would NEVER...!!!

     Uh-oh, today was definitely Sunday.  The reason I preface it with uh-oh, is that the cast can definitely get a case of senioritis come Sunday.  You know what I mean by senioritis, right?  When, in high school, you reach the end of your last year and you know you are getting out really soon and so it's hard to take anything told to you in the context of high school seriously anymore...?

    Yeah, well, the last show on a Sunday can sometimes feel a little bit like that.  

   It's just, with this great big beautiful blank canvas of a Monday looming before us, it can sometimes prove just a tad difficult to stay in the present, to stay in the step, touch, shoulder up, walk, walk of the moment.  That's not to say that we aren't all professionals who overcome that temptation, uh [cough], every time; that's just to say the temptation is there.  That's all.  

    I mean, maybe if I wasn't a professional and this wasn't a Broadway tour, I would be tempted to get into what you could call a One's War with a certain someone who may or may not dance next to me on the line.  Sure, it could be fun to try to use every single synchronized step that we do as a launching point for violent contact with that certain someone, the object being to hit that person as many times as possible, within the realm of the choreography, and without any detection from the audience, of course...But hey, we're all professionals in this show, and so I wouldn't know if that would be fun or not.  No sir, not me--that would be beneath me. Um, right?  

    And I can tell you for certain right now that if, say, a certain black out that marks the end of our show before the finale doesn't happen to black out, leaving half the cast to awkwardly continue to act out their joy at "getting the job" when the moment has so obviously passed; and the audience, who moments before were moved--maybe even to tears--by our heartfelt rendition of What I did for Love, now notices the prolonged, forced pantomime, clearly visible by the glaring lights that should no longer be on and start to laugh at the blatant missed cue...Well, the cast wouldn't break out laughing, too.  Nope, not in a million years.  Cause we are professional...And, uh, what audience?  This is an empty theater, it's 1975, and most of us are rocking cable-knit sweaters at this audition...

   So yeah, we might be tempted by senioritis, tempted to laugh on stage, tempted to just plain knock over the person next to you during the One's (but just a little, not enough to actually make him fall or anything), but like I said, we never do anything like that. 

   Cause we're nothing if not professional.  ;-)