I present to you, the cast of A Chorus Line (well, some of us, anyway) singing at the annual lighting of the monument ceremony in Baltimore tonight...
We had gotten a memo from stage management the night before to dress in all black and that our classy ACL ball caps would be provided for us. Well, as you can see, only a few of us took that memo to heart; I not only did not wear black, I took it a step further and wore my purple jeans for the occasion. Whatever, at least we had the uniform hats, right?
And we were on the news and everything! Though I didn't get to see it because I was at physical therapy. However, I did hear it and we sounded fierce.
Looking at the picture, I can't help but notice that my hand looks unbelievably white, like it could belong to a corpse. I don't mind so much, though, because I have been reading the Twilight Series like it's my job and now that I know some vampires are of the good vegetarian order, then it's actually kind of cool. Cause you know, you could do way worse than looking like a Cullen (and if you don't know what I mean, then you need to read the book!).
Oh, so I hate my new show shoes. They hurt terribly and my feet feel like sausages inside them. Seriously, they feel too small. And I blame them for dropping my cue tonight.
It was the end of the show, and I only have one line-it's 3 sentences, to be specific, but it's really only one line. Anyway, tonight I was very distracted by how much my shoes hurt. And then I started thinking of how much my right foot, specifically, was hurting inside that stupid shoe (my exact thought was somewhere along the lines of OUCH I believe). Somehow this led to me thinking about the Boysetsfire song, The Misery Index, which is an awesome song but has very little to do with ACL. Anyway, I was lost in these thoughts when all of the sudden I notice a lull in the conversation around me. I look up an find the entire cast staring at me, waiting for me to say my one line (really three sentences, but you know what I mean). I jump into it and feel like a little idiot, quite deservedly, because I should have been paying attention.
I burn with embarrassment under the teasing gazes of most of the cast--at least the ones who could tell that I had checked out. Some, believe it or not, said they had no idea and hopefully the audience fell into that category as well. My friend Jay actually started laughing out loud cause he knew where I was and it was anywhere but there.
But like I said, that's what I get for not paying attention while I am on stage in front of thousands of people.