We had a pretty solid second weekend of Wage Warfare. The guy in the light booth and I hit all of our cues, so I stayed within my quota of screw-ups. (Yay for me!) But alas, now the play is over and I haz a sad. I won’t see most of the cast until our DVD viewing party in about a month, at which time I plan to get everyone to autograph a poster so I can sell it for a lot of money when they all become famous.
I do have one tiny regret. One of the characters in the play is Aaron Starr, “an international superstar and music icon.” The director picked a guy named Kyle for the role in part because he could get up on stage and play guitar between scenes and during intermission. (Wage Warfare takes place over the course of a work week, so people needed time to change into new clothes for almost every scene.)
I consider the final intermission a missed opportunity because if I’d told people ahead of time, they could have recruited some friends and family members to carry out my sorta evil plan: While Kyle performed, have a bunch of audience members stand in front of the stage cheering and screaming, then start throwing very large pairs of women’s panties up at him. He might have felt like a music icon; he might have frozen like a deer in headlights; he might have panicked and sprinted out of the theater. Whatever happened, I’m sure his screaming fans (and those of us backstage) would have loved the show.
That would have been hilarious 🙂