Sunday, August 17, 2008

The Hills are Alive

The Hills are...actually...Alive
One of the joys of live, outdoor theater (or theatre, if you want to be really snooty) is incorporating elements you can't control. Sometimes it's really neat - like firework noises opening night when the Nazis invaded. Sometimes it's not - like a train whistle in the middle of the love scene. Yesterday, though, as I wandered down the hillside singing, a bird flew across the horizon just about when I sing about birds, and then right behind me, in a tree, a black squirrel hopped around and chattered from a branch. Sunset also happened during the song, and behind me from the audience's point of view, fluffy pink clouds floated by overhead. Pretty nice effect.

I am one critter away from a Disney Princess, though.