yesterday afternoon, after the show, we had to tear the set down. mostly men were running around with tools, prying things up and ripping them apart and stuff. the guy in charge gave me a screwdriver and instructed me to pry staples out of the many set pieces lying on the floor. this wasn’t the worst job in the world, except that my mother and sister in the play dropped their set piece on my back, which made me a little leery about continuing with the set-tearing-down. luckily it was very lightweight so i wasn’t injured.
my sister in the play, erica, and i decided we wanted to ride down to the basement on the moving orchestra pit, and that was a little bit fun and something i’d never done before. it moved really slowly, but i was looking forward to going back up.
problem is, they were taking lots of pieces of wood down to the scene shop below, and the men with us expected erica and me to help carry the big pieces of wood into the scene shop. they were working quickly, and at one point a guy vigorously shoved a piece of wood across the floor, and i had to jump in order to not get hit, so at that point erica and i decided to slink out and walk back up stairs.
after that, we loitered around a while and watched the very enthusiastic and hard-working men continue to work, and then we ate pizza. i felt a brief twinge of guilt at not helping more, but i figured that none of those men had just had to leap around the stage for a long period of time, so they all had more energy than me anyway. plus, i was pretty sure that if i’d kept helping, bodily injury would have happened to me, and if my leg or arm is broken, i can’t very well give massages.
that is all for now.
grace