Next week I move back into the director's chair, with a full five-day week of after-school auditions--about 90 audition spots and all are filled and now there's a waiting list.
The stress is building for kids--with a smaller pit band some who before played now think of trying out for the cast, and others who worked in the crew also think they'd like to get on stage for their senior year show.
One 11th grader today told me of her dream where I announced audition results by handing out different coloured jello--apparently in the dream I gave her a red jello, which meant success, but then realized my mistake and took it back and handed her the dreaded blue variety.
What would Freud say?
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