This was a great cast and all the memories I'll have to go with it.
This is a copy of the Blog posted on MySpace after one of the nights of Christmas Carol
A Night to Remember at Hale (revised)
.................. .. Tonight was a night to remember. .... It started as any normal day as a backstage runner for Christmas Carol. We loaded the ribbon drop boxes, set the stage, and filled the snow machine. As the house opened, the atmosphere of the theatre changed. It was a change that was very foreign to the Hale, a feeling never felt in these walls. The air began to fill with a smell of overpriced perfume and expensive cigarettes. You could see money being draped around children and adults of all ages as tight and flashy attire packed the seats. The scantily-clad patrons never sat when they entered the quaint little stage and continued to converse well into the opening words. Dickens rolled onto the stand as the lights began to rise. 'I have endeavored in this ghostly little story to raise a ghost of an idea.' A loud sound wave pierced the air as Dickens completed his monologue, a sound wave of exclamation and talking, not ones of enjoyment and satisfaction. Actors ran down the stairs with the thuds matching the musical beats. As the singing commenced, the patrons got louder. As the scene ended with a large Bah Humbug, the lights went to black, but it was as if the lights had not dimmed one degree. There was an eerie brightness over the house. Blackberry's and Palm Centro's were aglow through the square stadium- style seats. Office 1 was set without a hitch, except for the annoying immature child with the LED light. My conscience told me not to snap and grab the shiny object from his hand, but the actor inside so badly desired for me to leap over the iron railing and snatch the beautiful, yet distracting piece of technology. Dorman was one of the first to become ticked to no end, he is a professional in every way of the word, but something tonight was different, he was truly his character. I have seen him slightly angry before but tonight was something new. He showed physically what everyone was consciously thinking. He was truly a man for the way he was calm for the children. Marley began to perform, yet through the flashy GoBo’s and rolling fog, the brightness from the texting teenage cell phones was almost too much. Threats of stopping the show began to immerge from the depths of the backstage. The younger members of the audience began to snap and snarl at Dorman, and being Scrooge, he snapped back with a vengeance. The children shut up and sat in silence for the time being. In Fezzywig, all ribbons dropped from the ceiling without a hitch, but this victory was short lived for during Candlelight carol, the restless teens began to keep themselves occupied. This atmosphere reminded me of the old style concert in the park. Cell phones were out and swaying back and forth to the soothing melody of the sweet melodic voices of Brent and Brenda. This was a reminder to the cast that not all audience members understand classy, though they may think that by the way that they dress..... The ribbon rig from the prior dance was left idle on the stage, though not distracting to the performers. Tonight’s Belle scene was a great performance. Kellan and Mattie made the cast cry, but the audience was as if a heat wave occurred, eyes were high and dry, with no emotion present within a close proximity. .... Christmas Present rolled onto the stage in a green light of glory. Bright red flames engulfed the stage as the pyro ignited. Dorman was a really trooper. Though the audience was as if they had come on a one way ticket from the depth of Hell, he and the cast held their ground. .... The invasion of Normandy was recreated on our stage. The swarm of patrons became a wave of evil. The little devils were an immovable wall as the Old Joe set was rolled to the center. Kellan, Dallin, Carol, and I stood our ground, as if bodyguards for our precious cargo. Dave entered the stage with an air of kindness amiss the rude thoughts. Dave glorified the true Christian spirit as he politely told the audience of the etiquette that a theatre and performers deserve. The audience took little in, but it was as if the actors took it more to heart. The performers relaxed and began to realize it was not worth working yourself over for this. Jesse personified the true Bob Cratchit tonight. His performance of 'What Child is This' brought tears to even the coldest of unruly audience. The pyro effect on the gravestone tonight was the little boost for the entire cast. As the large grave was rolled in, the children on the aisles became curious (we all know what happen to that curious cat). I hit the magic button and it was if a miracle had occurred. The fire went up and a small scream, followed by tears expelled from the inner workings of a freaked out child. Everyone praised the master of the pyro as revenge was served warm instead of cold this Christmas! The curtain call was great. The fake smiles appeared and the show finally ended. No chocolate coins were tossed to the bad boys and girls in the audience. .... Dave talked to the cast after the show. He truly understood the cast. The theatre was left in shambles. We felt as if they had trashed our home and desired that Chris would not have to clean this mess early the next morning. The whole cast stepped in and cleaned the movie theatre type floors. Two bottles of chewing tobacco spit were discovered amongst the smashed Resse’s and half drunken waters. .... We all parties at Applebee's for Gary's birthday. We sang as Gary got his Indiana Jones birthday cake, topped with a large boulder and Harrison Ford. Jessica asked for a box for her soup and cake was dispensed in a production line fashion. This is a night to remember, one that will go down in Hale history for years to come. Good night and God Bless.
This is Lauren & I after the last performance :)
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