Another show done and gone. But not before I had to get up early on Sunday and help strike the set.
Thankfully, I had company. (Like Production Intern Extraordinaire Andrew in the background there, likely doing something extraordinary.)
Assistant Stage Manager Erin, who is not, btw, rolling up toilet paper here. This is the ribbon from the may pole in Don Giovanni.
Set, schmet. I came to think of this platform as my personal dance floor. Recits are always good for crumping.