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In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware, dimly, that other people are dancing, in amongst the trees and all, whilst what we are doing on stage is something else entirely.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware, dimly, that other people are dancing, in amongst the trees and all, whilst what we are doing on stage is something else entirely.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes for shaken, not stirred.
In Which Your Humble Blogger crosses down left, then down right, and comes back up center. Or was that down right and then up left?
In Which people are different, one to another, which is what makes the rehearsal process so interesting and fun.
In Which Your Umble Blogger practices is haccent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would indeed be hhhhhhonored by your condescension, ma’am.
In Which Your Humble Blogger observes differences.
In Which Your Humble Blogger dashes off a note before dashing off to rehearsal.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sits on the ground and tells sad tales of the deaths of kings, and then has to have some help standing up again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger got shoes, you got shoes, all Gd’s chillun got shoes, but we’re still looking for the right hat.