i'll never understand myself.

we've been stuck in the theater all week, trying to get the show on its feet by the time we opened. on friday, the last rehearsal we had, it was a still disaster. a big complete and utter mess. on saturday, we opened. was i panicking? yes, yes, i was. but i was trying not to show it.

it's all about the magic of the theater, folks, because saturday night was gorgeous. no one thought it would be (especially me! and i was the one running it!), but it was. amazingness.

and when i called my last cue (exactly when it was supposed to go) and the curtain closed, mike came off the stage from bowing (he did a great job - both acting and moving sets) and hugged me.

and i burst into tears.