Ugh the classic theatre stress dream.
I’M LATE! My first entrance is soon. Do I have time to change? It’s the old Stagecenter theater space that I grew up with when my mom was doing theatre before I’d ever even started. That place was magic.
I realize I’m already missing one quick cue where I’m supposed to just walk out to hand someone something (a cake? A baby?) It’s too late for that but maybe now I can change before my first full scene with Bryan Headrick. Nope no time. He has already given the cue is currently just improvising waiting for me to enter. Luckily what I’m wearing, presumably straight from a gig (dress pants, dress shirt, vest, suspenders, my Thursday dark blue suede boots), while not quite period, doesn’t look totally out of place.
I go out on stage and we both promptly completely forgot all our lines and just flail and improvise in character for a few minutes before lights go out at a suitable end point. I’m sweating and mortified but maybe NOW I can change.
Nope, my costume rack is empty aside from a vest and suspenders. Did my costume get laundered and not put back? No time to figure it out. I guess I’ll keep going in my street clothes. OH NO. But the next number I’m supposed to be a street urchin in the ensemble in a different costume! Well that’s not happening. The number will survive without me.
I start trying to put my other clothes back on and somehow end up with some different khaki pants on backwards which I don’t realize until I’m trying to pull something else on over them (a second pair of pants? A jumpsuit?) and it’s extra difficult.
I believe this is when I mercifully woke up.