October 24 and into the wee hours of October 25
The Angels met at Citadel High School's Spatz Theatre on a beautiful fall day and proceeded directly into a black box to rehearsal. The stage was bigger than King's, had cavernous wings and a cross-over that involved going through heavy doors and a passageway that was added on to the back wall of the stage. Our wonderful stage manager, AJ, was there to greet us and to solve all problems with the help of the theatre tech staff. Wow! a stage crew!
Yup, it's a big stage!
Michael: Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie, and never, ever put your smart phone down.
1 pm, seven hours till curtain and they're still smiling...
The Angels NEVER travel without food!
Sheilagh takes notes from the audience floor.
Left: in rehearsal
Right: in performance
Unbeknownst to us, there was a Cancer Walk scheduled for the evening so when we arrived back at the theatre for a 7 pm call there was not a parking space in sight. And it's a big parking lot! After riding around a few blocks, visiting the Bengal Lancers parking lots (violaters will be towed) and a nearby baseball park ( gated, probably locked after the game) we parked at the Museum of Natural History's entrance driveway and crossed fingers that the car would be there when we returned.
In spite of parking hiccups, the house nicely filled and very appreciative; special applause for Sally and Adrian from enthusiastic family members! Afterwards, Randy led a Q & A with the audience; lots and lots of questions. And so, after greeting family, friends, and well-wishers in the lobby, we packed up our costumes, snacks, moleskin patches, sewing kit, chairs, steamer, and headed for the lounge at the Atlantica Hotel where a very good time was had by all.
The after-party: early, before we got rowdy
Randy: It's over! Michael: Really?
Adrian brought out his magic box, a bluetooth speaker, that, connected to his smart phone, played just about any song we wanted from YouTube. Cher, Aretha Franklin, the Stones, the Kingston Trio (yikes!), Rock Lobster, Ode to Billy Joe....
The incomparable AJ, stage manager and karaoke singer extraordinaire!
Things are starting to get out of hand!
Uh oh!
Pamela and George... no words needed!
You Don't Own Me! Lesley Gore and the Clichettes live! Pam, we miss you!
The Angels met at Citadel High School's Spatz Theatre on a beautiful fall day and proceeded directly into a black box to rehearsal. The stage was bigger than King's, had cavernous wings and a cross-over that involved going through heavy doors and a passageway that was added on to the back wall of the stage. Our wonderful stage manager, AJ, was there to greet us and to solve all problems with the help of the theatre tech staff. Wow! a stage crew!
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| AJ, Phil, Michael (checking phone) |
Michael: Never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lie, and never, ever put your smart phone down.
1 pm, seven hours till curtain and they're still smiling...
The Angels NEVER travel without food!
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| Listening carefully to the Chief Angel. |
Sheilagh takes notes from the audience floor.
Left: in rehearsal
Right: in performance
Unbeknownst to us, there was a Cancer Walk scheduled for the evening so when we arrived back at the theatre for a 7 pm call there was not a parking space in sight. And it's a big parking lot! After riding around a few blocks, visiting the Bengal Lancers parking lots (violaters will be towed) and a nearby baseball park ( gated, probably locked after the game) we parked at the Museum of Natural History's entrance driveway and crossed fingers that the car would be there when we returned.
In spite of parking hiccups, the house nicely filled and very appreciative; special applause for Sally and Adrian from enthusiastic family members! Afterwards, Randy led a Q & A with the audience; lots and lots of questions. And so, after greeting family, friends, and well-wishers in the lobby, we packed up our costumes, snacks, moleskin patches, sewing kit, chairs, steamer, and headed for the lounge at the Atlantica Hotel where a very good time was had by all.
The after-party: early, before we got rowdy
Randy: It's over! Michael: Really?
Adrian brought out his magic box, a bluetooth speaker, that, connected to his smart phone, played just about any song we wanted from YouTube. Cher, Aretha Franklin, the Stones, the Kingston Trio (yikes!), Rock Lobster, Ode to Billy Joe....
Things are starting to get out of hand!
Uh oh!
You Don't Own Me! Lesley Gore and the Clichettes live! Pam, we miss you!
One of the Angels, who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent, is carried off in style.
The night ended at 2 am when the security guard politely ushered us out and the Company of Angels folded its wings for another season.
Thank you, Chief Angel Randy
&
Sheila Duggan who put DITTA on everybody's radar
&
Sheilagh Hunt for such kind notes
&
AJ who sang like an angel
&
to all the extraordinary Angels, especially Michael, the new temporary Wayne
Thank you, Chief Angel Randy
&
Sheila Duggan who put DITTA on everybody's radar
&
Sheilagh Hunt for such kind notes
&
AJ who sang like an angel
&
to all the extraordinary Angels, especially Michael, the new temporary Wayne
