Going through 31 journals trying to REcollect my poetry esp from what was in the "What Should Be Song" collection. Found this gem. I was an assisting stage manager for a local theatre production of Annie. I was the official brat wrangler. The poor things, so curious, would always try to sneak a peek around the stage curtain. So laid down some tape on the stage in the wings and told the older kids that they could not cross it. Simply, I said, because the audience could see you and that would ruin the show. I saved myself ALOT of trouble with wrangling and shushing. The kids ended up policing themselves and stayed behind the line or else suffered a mean look from me.
18 July 1998 - Urbana - 9:40p
"She asked, what is your favorite thing to do in the theatre? This is after watching Buck and I taping down down the visual cables. We are all taking a break of sorts, drinking our makeshift Cola snow cones. "Directing. I like directing in theatre. What about you? What's your favorite thing to do in the theatre?" "My favorite thing is sitting." She couldn't have been older than six."
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