Closing Night Exposure
An SPH Experience by tallnsmallguy. The dressing room smelled like cheap makeup, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of costume jewelry. I was wrestling with the buttons on my shirt when Danny walked in, already half-changed from his first scene. We’d been doing this play for three weeks straight now—rehearsals, tech week, opening weekend—and tonight was closing night. The last show. After this, it was strike the set, strike the stage, and go home. Danny was my friend. Had been
Read more