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   Last night the play went ok, still having the problems in Act 2 with
Tony's lines.  I can't really yell at him "hey get those lines down", since
he's older, he's got LOTS more experience, and he has SOOO many lines! 
But, it's the stage manager's job, so I ask him if there's anything I can
do to help him remember them, and I think that's working.

   Last night on my way out the door, my mom kissed me and wished me well.
She's never like that, I mean she's emotional but she's never been so into
what I was doing- she's always been in theater, that's what I think it is.
I understand Daddy and her met while she was in a play or something.  Once
again I hit a tender subject they won't talk about!

   Good thing she was attentive though- I was so nervous after chatting
online, and talking on the phone to cast members, and being late, and
taking my shower with cold water thanks to Daddy, that I put on a really
smart black poly pantsuit, hip hugger bellbottoms and a black satin blouse,
really great stylish outfit, BUT forgot underwear!  I've recently trimmed
the hedges, you know, so that didn't really show, but when I'm loose, I
really bounce around, and that would soooo have not worked in my favor when
I'm trying to get a show on the stage for summer or fall!  "She's got
vision, and talent, but she's soooo a floozy, let's just take her ideas and
do them ourselves,," I mean I'm not a stage hog or after fame anymore, (18
was different bigtime!) but I want to further my career goals, and in your
mid twenties I think that's about time isn't it?

   I sat there reading and prompting in the wings, and getting the
stagehands to set the stage properly, but every time my mind went idle, I
was daydreaming about what it might have been like, if I hadn't caught it.
What if I was sitting in the wings on that stool the whole night, my chest
stuck out there, my tight pants making certain things discernible, all
that. If nobody had told me, I would have thought nothing of it, until I
got home, I'm sure.  But what would they have been thinking?  Have I ever
done it before?  What do they really think of me?