Urinetown Begins, Old Problems Pop Up

We started the twelve-show run of Urinetown, this Friday. Friday's show went off without a hitch. Last night, I had a panic attack half an hour before curtain. It carried all the way through Act One.

Shit.

It's not the first time they've happened before a show. I honestly don't consider them the... trigger, for lack of a better word, but it sure as hell isn't a coincidence. They happen because of stress; and I'm moving to New York in a month. It's a safe bet that that's the biggest contributor to this.

I still did my job; and according to Jeff and Michael, the attack was unnoticeable on stage. Hey hey, it's acting. Whattya know.

My thanks go to Jenna, Andy and the others who helped out. Having someone to focus on makes a great difference. Can't thank you enough.

Sweet dreams, folks.