Saturday, July 12, 2008
Haitus
I may not be around much in the next week or two (not that I've been around a whole lot this summer anyway). At rehearsal the other night, I was taken into the back room with the stage manager, producer, and director of the show. It seems the woman playing the Queen has a family issue and might not make the show. Being that we open in a mere two weeks, would I be able to learn the part? I said yes, and then the panic attack ensued. I think I can, I think I can. There is a chance the original Queen will return, but until then, I will enjoy my reign.
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I always KNEW you were a queen! After all, you have a plaque on your wall that says you are. Actually, I think I will enjoy being a queen mother, i.e. the mother of the current monarch; i.e. the mother of the husband of You, The Queen, even if my son isn't the REAL king in this particular situation. This is terribly confusing so I had to check it out on Wikipedia... I learned that every queen mother is a queen dowager, but not every queen dowager is a queen mother ... Being a queen dowager would mean that my husband is deceased, and he wasn't when I last checked. Oh my; all this is entirely too complicated! Well, anyway, we're glad you were offered the part, for however long you get to reign!
Love, G'ma Judy
Break a leg, your Highness.
When you are stressed, just remember, it's good to be queen.
You can do it! Enjoy your reign!
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