
The angel Gabriel is an adult who wants to speak softly. His wife has made him a white robe, but I don't know if he will wear it. One of the wise men has missed all but one practice and they are singing a challenging song. The young women's choir is good, but I thought they had a director. They don't. Guess who was drafted? Sigh. My pianist is awesome. I haven't seen the sets yet, but I trust the set-maker, so that's okay.
Tomorrow will be better. The men will show up at 10 to put up the stage and the sets and the tables. The women will come at 10:30 to decorate tables. The cast and crew will rehearse at 2:00 so I can see what we still need. And at 6:00 the show will go on!
I think of that line from a song my dad used to sing:
"Another Opening. Another Show"
4 weeks, you rehearse and rehearse.
2 weeks and it couldn't be worse.
1 week will it ever be right?
Then out of the hat comes that big first night.
Oh, and I still need to find or buy a doll to represent the baby Jesus.
Akkkkkk! I think I'll move to Australia!
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