Two hours before our technical rehearsal at the Hilton, I started to feel weird.
Ten minutes before, I was dizzy and nauseous. As I lay on the carpeted floor outside the ballroom, I heard Darlene talking to Joaquin in soft tones about the worst-case-scenario: performing with only two couples (and by default, pulling Shawn out of the show) and changing the ending.
We had worked so hard. Daily rehearsals. Sleep deprivation. Injuries. All for this show.
I was going to do this show.
This meant enduring the four hours before our 8 p.m. performance. This meant laying in the fetal position with chills and cramps, draped in Doug, Joaquin and Shawn’s clothing. This meant throwing up every 15 minutes before showtime in full make-up and costume.
To be continued… (though the epilogue is indicated in the photo.)