So Peter Pan opens tonight.

I'm a little bit nervous, I admit, about the second act because we've practiced that one less.

On the other hand, I know my lines, I know my choreography, and I can cover when things go sour.

Yesterday during the dress rehursel, I realized whilest I was on stage, I didn't have the poison bottle with me.

So I had to improvise.

Instead of:

"And *this* is for Peter!"

I had to say:

"And I have *poison* for Peter!"

And blesed Greg discreetly passed me the bottle when I swung near the stage right foot.

Phew.

And the self draining cup worked, aparently.

It was all good.

I will live.

I will blow some pants off.

Booya.

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Rosie.

Before&After