There are two things I could talk to you about this evening. One has plagued me since the tour started, the other since I mastered self-awareness (yes, rather more philosophical an ailment.)
The most prevalent one is these damned microphones. I can see why I've never felt at a loss without them. I'm now using the replacement mic pack and yet problems have not been remedied. This pack doesn't like batteries. Today, mid-show, the battery moved somewhat. The microphone stopped transmitting. Twice. Once in each show. In show one this resulted in Mr Darling's second entrance occurring as I tried to desperately pull my clothes back on over my microphone wire (apparently the audience didn't notice that he looked a little more unkempt than his initial appearance); show two granted me a little more time to accomplish this manoeuvre, and in Hook's costume, with the added joy of juggling the tech cues amid costume fiddling. Bah and humbug to the lot of 'em.
The second thought.. perhaps better left for another time. Goodnight, minions.
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