| There was an Al concert at MHS (Fishtown High) and I was there. I was sitting not front, not center, not even on an aisle, but in the center of the section over to the right. I was all dolled up in my prom dress (for some reason) and I was on my feet, leading the crowd in chanting “We want Al!” Al came out-“YAAAAY!” and proceeded to perform the entire TWS show. At some point, I decided that I had better pay really really close attention, because this was the last TWS show with Rocky Horror influences ever. (A big HUH? on that one.) Well, with the concert over, “Awwww…” the auditorium cleared out incredibly fast, leaving me sitting alone in the house. I got up and walked onto the stage, heading backstage towards the shop. Backstage, Rose was seated on the A frame (an enormous ladder) and she gave me a suspicious look. “Hey Rose, do they need any help carrying stuff?” “Yeah. Go for it.” And she marked something off on her clipboard. I headed into the shop. (The shop is this room that is really high, half as wide and about two-thirds as long as it is tall. It’s where all the set pieces and paint, tools and wood are stored. It is really messy about ninety percent of the time.) The garage door was shut so I went in the small door. And there, in the middle of the shop, was a small group of people. Among them were Ruben, Steve, and Al. The rest were reporters and interviewers. I headed up to the group and, suddenly shy, stood there and quietly panicked. Al turned around, saw me, and drew me into the group, putting his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him, because he looked really odd, and realized he was wearing very badly-applied stage makeup. He was pink! Not normal pink, but more of a salmon color. He turned to the interviewers and told them to “wait until Wednesday to get the rest of the interview, because we’re busy tonight and we’re gonna party the rest of the week! Right?” And he turned to me. I blushed, and my hair (which was braided and now touched the floor, even with me in my four inch heels) slapped across our feet as I stepped back. He waved his hand, and the whole crew followed him out of the shop, down the hall, and onto the bus. Somehow, I just knew they’d be at Applebee’s later, waiting for me, so I hurried into the house again to get my purse. Mr. Hess (my drama teacher) stopped me as I scuffled my way into the auditorium. “Before you go, I want you to watch this.” “Okay, I guess…” He led me to the center of the house and made me sit and watch the most boring thing I’ve ever seen. Sean D., D. Nicole and John S. were up on stage, in the costumes from last year’s children’s play (John was in the Mafia Clown outfit…don’t ask) and they were talking about going to prom. Now, all three of these characters were evil, but they all wanted to go to prom and be good. The only thing was that no one thought anyone else would be good. So it was ten minutes of “Oh, I’ll be good if YOU are,” “I’ll be good if YOU are, but what about YOU?” It got very old, and I wanted to leave, but I didn’t because a) Hess was standing right there and b) it’s incredibly rude to leave in the middle of a performance. Just as they were bowing, I woke up. I guess we'll have to hit Applebee's some other time, Al. Maybe the next time you're in Iowa. ;) My Take On It Next Dream |
| Prom Dresses and Pink Makeup 03/30/01 |