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"Little Shop of Horrors" written @ 11:42 AM on March 03, 2002 Wow, what a week this has been. For me, the days before Friday were absolute murder as me and a handful of other people skipped out of studyhalls and lunch periods to go down to the theater and finish those sets for the musical. **sigh** I had a migraine from stress everyday this week, but you know what? The sets were beautiful. Friday morning was the student performance for "Little Shop of Horrors." The actors did so badly during dress rehearsal week that this show, essentially, WAS the dress rehearsal. We performed before a sold out show, and I think for the most part the students loved the show. The performance Friday night went even better. Afterwards, we went out to Tiffany's (Audrey) cast party. It went into the wee hours of the morning, but Liz and I left before midnight because we had both been working our asses off to get this show going and we were tired. The best show came Saturday night. This was certainly one to remember. At first, I thought it was going to go horribly because Mike (the voice of God in the show) forgot to turn on his damned microphone and Sean (Seymour), the moron, forgot to check his props before the show. Well, it turned out to be our best performance. I was in my beatnik costume, and I definitely drew a lot of attention. Equally important about this performance was that we were being judged by the Cappies. The Cappies are this group of judges sponsored by the Cincinnati Enquirer that go around to high school theater shows and judge performances for their acting, singing, costumes, sets, tech, the works. At the end of the season, they'll tally the votes and offer awards at what's supposed to simulate the Tonys for high school theater. **sigh** We should have done "Jekyll and Hyde." I really do not like the show we just completed, but actually working on it and working with Mr. Hagaman have given me a new found respect for it. Well, if I ever become a high school drama director, I'll be damned sure not to perform that show. After the performance that won us a standing ovation, we went out to greet our audience like always. Mom and Dad were there. Mom greetd me and offered me congratulations. Dad slipped through the crowds and didn't offer me so much as simple eye contact (Unfortunately, theater does not always tie up all the loose ends...) When the crowds died down, I gathered the cast and crew onto the stage. Someone handed me a microphone, and I launched into a speech in front of all that were present praising Mr. and Mrs. Hagaman on what wonderful educators they had been and that no one could ever truly take their place. It became quite emotional. Mr. Hagaman, you see, after 25 years of working in Lakota Theater, is retiring. I had everyone in the cast and crew crying, and when the flowers and the director's chair were passed out to the two, even they were crying. "Mr. Hagaman" and "crying" don't even belong in the same sentence. And that grown man cried. The theater lost something truly great last night. But for me as a senior in high school, all I can do is think of last night as the perfect closing to another chapter in the great book that is my life. I promised my former cast and crew members that I would try to come back to help them keep everything great that Hagaman had brought with his coming, depending on what college I go to. But I think deep down inside I have finally said my last good-byes to that theater that has brought me both joys and great pains the past three years. Such is life, I suppose. One thing is for certain: I want to stay in the theater for the rest of my life. And now it's Sunday. I've got a TON of work to do!
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