A Cyclone of Excitement
There it was…THURSDAY!!!! The day for which the cumulative organizations of the city had been preparing for months (but I only heard about a week ago). It was called “An Old Towne Christmas”…interestingly enough my organization is the only one with “Old Towne” in the name. I like to think that it’s because we were the most important part…
So I opened the place up (yes, we keep it locked), turned up the heat (16 degrees in a theatre isn’t good), turned on the water (because people like to potty), put out the tables (folks can’t hand out on a sidewalk without a place to sit…that’s just beastly), and turned on the lights (let’s face it, nobody wants to stumble around in a dark 80-year-old theatre).
At 5:59pm (one minute to show time) the first act comes walking in the front door. I immediately strip them (of their coats) and ran out on stage for their introduction…one minute late isn’t too bad for a gospel group, right? They managed to stay on time and the next group went on 2 minutes early. Let’s just say I was thrilled at this point. But then DISASTER STRIKES…the second group only used a third of their time!!! But then I am reminded that the dancers from the parking lot were forced inside by the cold and had no place to perform…YES!!!! So I give them a chance to fill the gap with a dance.
The dance starts out beautifully…they plug in the boom-box and dance away. But about 1/3 of the way through the song it freezes!!! So they start over and it freezes again!!! OH NO!!!!!!!! But wait…what’s that sound? The ENTIRE audience has begun singing where the stereo left off!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!! The dancers finished their routine using the audience…
The next two acts went on as scheduled with no incidents…then it was all over…
After packing up and winterizing the theatre, I locked up the theatre and headed to my car. As I got closer, I noticed a man walking towards me in the dark…but being the idiot I am, I kept going. He gets to me and of all the things he could say, he goes, “Hey man, can I get some pot?” The conversation that followed must have made me sound like a total wanker because the guy walked away rolling his eyes at me. I’m pretty sure he was a cop (We have a SERIOUS drug problem around here and they’ve been cracking down hard).
Anyway, it all turned out well…
Dum spiro, spero
So I opened the place up (yes, we keep it locked), turned up the heat (16 degrees in a theatre isn’t good), turned on the water (because people like to potty), put out the tables (folks can’t hand out on a sidewalk without a place to sit…that’s just beastly), and turned on the lights (let’s face it, nobody wants to stumble around in a dark 80-year-old theatre).
At 5:59pm (one minute to show time) the first act comes walking in the front door. I immediately strip them (of their coats) and ran out on stage for their introduction…one minute late isn’t too bad for a gospel group, right? They managed to stay on time and the next group went on 2 minutes early. Let’s just say I was thrilled at this point. But then DISASTER STRIKES…the second group only used a third of their time!!! But then I am reminded that the dancers from the parking lot were forced inside by the cold and had no place to perform…YES!!!! So I give them a chance to fill the gap with a dance.
The dance starts out beautifully…they plug in the boom-box and dance away. But about 1/3 of the way through the song it freezes!!! So they start over and it freezes again!!! OH NO!!!!!!!! But wait…what’s that sound? The ENTIRE audience has begun singing where the stereo left off!!! WOW!!!!!!!!!!! The dancers finished their routine using the audience…
The next two acts went on as scheduled with no incidents…then it was all over…
After packing up and winterizing the theatre, I locked up the theatre and headed to my car. As I got closer, I noticed a man walking towards me in the dark…but being the idiot I am, I kept going. He gets to me and of all the things he could say, he goes, “Hey man, can I get some pot?” The conversation that followed must have made me sound like a total wanker because the guy walked away rolling his eyes at me. I’m pretty sure he was a cop (We have a SERIOUS drug problem around here and they’ve been cracking down hard).
Anyway, it all turned out well…
Dum spiro, spero
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