Since I just finished doing the musicalMeet Me In St. Louis at my school, it's only natural that I have some freaky dream about it the week after.
My dream starts some where in the middle of the performance, I'm backstage wandering around. I start to discuss the show with my castmate Rachel and we talk about how, since this is the last night of the show, we will be doing whatever we damn well please. If we don't want to do a song, we won't. We'll ad lib as we like, and walk in whenever we please. I ponder if this might bother the audience, but Rachel informs me that it won't, since they expect this on the last night.
So, I'm wandering on and off stage in the most casual of ways, occasionally glancing out at an audience who isn't reacting to a damn thing. (Full house, too) I decide that I don't want to wear my costume anymore, so I change into jeans and tee-shirt, but I keep on my maid's apron. (My character was an Irish maid. Huh.) The only correct thing we end up doing is the song "Day in New York", for reasons unknown.
We hit the end of act two, and begin the climatic scene where the Smith family meets a demon (I believe the reaction of "What the hell?" is appropriate here) and then sings an emotional about that has something to do with caring for people and moving on... or death or something. This is actually kind of creepy, the demon character was freaky as hell. Plus the stage crew was waving around this weird blue cloth in the background and the lighting was odd. It was "Meet Me In St Louis" meets a half-assed Marilyn Manson video. We kept our standard trolley on-stage, so that was nice. Ha. Anyway, the demon person turns into the son of the family, who should be an obnoxious boy named Drew, but was instead B-movie actor Aaron Lohr. (From Mighty Ducks and the like... Don't ask) Then we sing the emotional song. I decide to almost leave the stage, but just as they start to do the ending with a nice can-can, I decide I want to come back but can't because I'm wrapping in the curtain. I sprint backstage and run to the other side, where I re-enter the stage, put on a cheesy smile and run back off.
We plan how we're going to do the bows and try to figure out just where we're going to enter. Each of us chooses an odd place from the house, and I try to fit through a cat-door. (It's a little small, so before bows I rip up the opening as best I can).
I bow, go backstage, into the dressing room (which is now a very small room supposedly intended for a kindergarten class...) and look at the little girls who now are filling the dressing room begging for autographs.
