August 5th, 2006

Mark!

Live, From The Fringe

Seriously - I'm in the Green Room, surrounded by actors and techies and volunteers of every stripe, and you wouldn't believe the kind of conversations we're having.

"Jem! Jem, there's beer!"

The sense of community was running so strong on Broadway this evening, even the storm clouds decided they'd like to get in on it. Rain's gone now but it was bloody windy for a bit there.

"See, the thing is, you have to get past the pain and horror of series 1, and start getting into series 2... hey, guess what show we're talking about!"

Andrew is billeting Stealing Venus's Anton, and he's a helicopter RN type guy so he's been running his altruism on overtime, buying a bunch of us drinks and such. He goes to get us three rye & gingers. The lady's so busy, she turns her back after pouring the rye.

"Uh, I didn't pay for this yet."

She's so pleased that he didn't steal the drinks, she pours an extra shot for each of us. I've never been happier that I didn't go 'whaaa?' to a billet. (Our billet Sally is super-nice too, I'll dedicate another post to her later I think.)

"Hey, say something for me to put on the Internet."
"....I got nothin'. That's good."