Rainy, rainy, rainy day.  I have to type up the cast bios for the play program so they can each review theirs tonight and make any changes . . . theatrical types have such delicate egos!  I couldn’t help but chuckling last night when they were trying to fill out index cards answering the following questions:

How would you like your name listed on the program?  (“I used to have a stage name, but I can’t remember what it was . . .”)

Where do you live? (“If I put where I live, they’ll think I’m a hick.” — Well, considering at least half of the people attending live there, too . . . I don’t think that’s anything you have to worry about.)

What do you do?  (“I’m a realtor” and “I’m a lawn technician [this kid worked for a lawn service until he goes back to college . . .]”)

Previous stage experience:  (From one extreme to another — “Do you want me to list it ALL?” and “I’ve done NOTHING!”)

Phone number:  Some of the girls (younger ones) have obviously been trained well by their parents.  Why do you need my phone number? (In case I have questions about what you wrote . . . )  Do you need my street address?  (No, just city . . . so I can print “Sally Jane of Hoboken is making her stage debut . . . “)  Sad we live in a world where we do have to think so suspciously.

Boy, I’m glad I’m just a “behind the scenes” girl!