A LITTLE MADNESS IN THE SPRING

We are 9 days away from opening night, people. Pretty soon, we'll be out of the rehearsal hall and on stage. But not before I got some snapshots...


Suck it, Edgardo! Lucia is mine now--and we have the marriage certificate to prove it. (The empty champagne glasses, too.)


Honestly, I'm not sure if all these umbrellas are props or if it's just because it's Cleveland in the springtime.


Bloody hell! They make me do all the dirty work.


They're not bored stage managers! They're somber stage managers! (Who says backstage crew can't act?)
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