I am still alive. Just waiting on a few reviews. It feels as if I'd be speaking out of turn to tell you how Friday went before the small throng of assembled press give their official view. But...it seemed to go well.
Funny lark, this. You think that you'll wake up the morning after an opening night and there'll be some kind of epiphany, that life will never be the same again. But that never happens. Instead, there are just incremental changes. Luckily, to date, these changes have all been in the right direction. I hope that continues to be the case. Recommendations for a therapist welcomed.
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Described as a "must see" by the local paper I noticed. I am going tonight, made a choice to miss the City match as I could not find another free night otherwise. So no pressure there, but if you could just mention to the cast that I don't want to leave regretting the choice I made!
Cripes, that's a heck of a sacrifice. Thanks!
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