I have to say that being in a Broadway show is a BLAST even if I am simply a murder victim. Veronica Kelly is a very complex character and I am challenged with each performance. My understudy is a sweet little thing too. She is always giving me feedback and the rest of the cast of Chicago is just a colorful group. They are always so generous to me, like the other night I was in my dressing room [they have been kind enough to give me my own room even though several of the other cast mates must share... in fact I'm the only one with the honor of having a private room] anyway, I was just getting to backstage before the show and when I walked into my dressing room, there were dozens of scented candles already lit. It was heavenly. I think it was just to help me focus mentally, you know? And they are always trying to make sure I don't get hot because they have a big fan in my window pulling the air outside. Such wonderful concern.
Anyway, I regret to say, I don't think I am finished with... dare I type the name... Alan Smithee, my former boyfriend and apparently current stalker. Look at this...
|flatulina's LJ stalker is alansmitheex!|
|alansmitheex is stalking you because your LiveJournal is just SO damned interesting. They are also not very liked around here!|
LJ Stalker Finder
What do you think of that?
On the bright side, security is very tight backstage, my body guard Gemima is free to roam the building while I'm safely tucked with the rest of the cast, so I am not concerned that Mr. Smithee will do me any harm. The fish are safe with L'Monjello in an undisclosed location. Tootie is coming to visit very soon, and Hortense is happy as a clam over in Molvania, enjoying my vacation chalet.
Well that is all for now, my little lambs. I adore you all.