The show is in five.
We rush around. Last minute lipstick. Double checked hair. slicked back. Poufed .
Does everybody have their candle?
Battery operated candles. Paper towels as tissues. Girls warming up voices behind closed doors.
Everybody Shut Up!
Tittering as girls creep into the back of the house. Everybody stares.
Has nobody seen 50's clothing? Gosh!
Turn on the candles. Start singing.
WE LOVE YOU CONRAD, OH YES WE DO.
Be quiet backstage. Don't make a noise.
We whisper anyway. Hushed smiles. Missed ques. Rushed costume changes.
It's the last scene of Act I already?
Sway. Snap. We're all sort of off. Ooooh!
Gasp. Cry. Fake tears. We are actors, after all.
RIGHT. Not-so-awkward awkward smiles and wave.
We did good. Have everything ready for Act II? Oh! Steal some water from concessions, not very sneakily.
What's the first number?
PHONE! PHONE! PUT THE FREAKIN PHONE DOWN!
Our cue's in a minute, huh?
Everybody out! People are dirty dancing from across the stage. Dancing like they are "black."
People can see you.
Embarrassed smiles. Now we wait for our cue. Again.
Mama can SING!
Jorge! Or whatever your name is!
Those Spanish names-they all sound the same.
Conrad's going to jail!
Sob. Cry. (Again, faked. Obviously). Some of us have a quick change.
Kim's getting married!
A big overreaction. And the kids find Conrad and chase after him
Happily Ever After?
We're doing the Macarena. Boys v. Girls. During a romance song. 3
Cheers! Up! Down!
Meet and Greet.
We all go to our parents or friends.
Change to street clothes.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Dennys!
Back to School.
The show was so good!
When's the next time we'll be on stage?
Acting. Living. Loving.