I had a horrible nightmare about the play last night. It was simply awful. It was opening night, and I got there really late for some reason. Surprisingly, Mr. Vr wasn't flipping out at me. I was trying to eat my dinner, I couldn't find my costume, I didn't have stage makeup on, and no one was in the green room (everything was in shades of grey, it was weird), because they were all getting on stage. There weren't even any crew people in there. Basically everyone went on stage, but I was in my pajamas (my grey sweatpants), and the stage was dark except for the spot where I was supposed to be, because it was time for my solo. Someone else was trying to sing it, cause they knew I wasn't there, but then I started to sing it from offstage. When I was done, I went back to the green room, and Mr. Vr helped me find my costume. It was a skirt and this sheer white, gauzy shirt. I needed a shirt to wear under it, so Mr. Vr. started measuring me for some random sequiny tank top he had, to see if it would fit me.

Anyone care to analyze? It's sort of self explanatory (I'm terrified for the play), but I don't know. Deb...take a stab at it if you want. Also (Deb)...what night are you coming to see the play?