There are days when I feel especially grateful to be involved in the details of their lives. As the spring recital arrived, so did the details. I took off work for the big day, as the studio director demands a full day of dress rehearsal at the theatre, which extends late in to the night with two performances for the public. I drove around town for last-minutes...eye lashes, bobby pins, Bethany's lost yellow ballerina dress--found, just in the nick of time, back at the empty dance studio in the storage closet. I am happy to have earned my own place among the green room excitement...
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even if it was just gathering costume pieces, and stockings, and lipstick lids.
The final performance of Seussical Jr. followed the next week. Caitlin was happy to have a friend back stage.
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Publicity shots from Suessical Jr. I stole pictures from the banner at the theatre.
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