" I was beginning to get frustrated with my hair. It seemed like one hair on my head had generated static electricity and wouldn't stay flat. Standing in the dressing room looking at myself in the mirror, I reflected on what had happened today. This had been a long one; I already had performed two morning shows of "Grease" and I still had to do one more tonight. I play Doody, the doofus T-bird in the show, and the morning's performances were even more difficult than straightening my hair. .
First off my solo song, "Those Magic Changes", was supposed to be brought down a key, but the pianist forgot to change it so I ended up straining my voice trying to sing notes that I couldn't. Then in the next scene, one of the lead girls tripped and fell launching her wig into the audience. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse, in the middle of "Greased Lightening" the fog machine set off the house fire alarm forcing us to stop the show. The cast stood on stage for three minutes waiting for the sirens to stop. That was just Act One. The second the curtain went up for Act Two, trouble started again. The T-Birds were supposed to have a rumble scene, and I was the only one who remembered to come on stage. I had to improvise for three minutes waiting for my fellow cast members to catch on and come on stage. Then once they finally did, I discovered that nobody knew their lines. So we improvised for another three minutes. Then one of the cast members who was supposed to come on stage, couldn't because the porthole door was accidentally locked. Also the fact that it was raining all day added to the gloominess of the situation. By the end of those two morning shows, I was relieved.
So there I stood in the dressing room preparing to put on another performance of the show from hell. Although the morning's performances had been bad, I was hoping that this one last show would make coming all the way to West Covina worth it.
