My son Griff helps me pack my stuff for the theater.
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Then gives me a couple of notes to work on through out the day…
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Then the commute begins...
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Always fueled by at least 32 oz. of high octane coffee…
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And then we wait...
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and wait...
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The MTA always puts me in the perfect frame of mind to play a homicidal lion...
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What's a dressing room without great art...
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More coffee before make up...
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Now 45 minutes of good conversation and makeup...
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Also a time for deep thoughts like "Have I had enough Coffee?"
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The powdered doughnut stage of makeup… almost ready!
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Faccia brutta? Faccia Bello? A face only a mother could love…who was Scar's mother?
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Another crucial element of preparation, cookies made by our fantastic dresser Ms. DiStasi.
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Oh yes and still yet more coffee...
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Griff doing some PT and notes with me between shows.
Griff:"You have to roll out your IT bands dad! I just think you can go farther dad, I mean THINK, It's like Prince Charles... always a Prince, never King..."
Griff:"You have to roll out your IT bands dad! I just think you can go farther dad, I mean THINK, It's like Prince Charles... always a Prince, never King..."
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Griff and I do some animal exercises between shows...
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Looking/feeling sufficiently malevolent so ready ...or not...
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Time to take over the Kingdom!
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Lurking in the shadows...a moment of repose before "Scar tricks Simba"
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And we're done!. I'll have to take over the Pridelands tomorrow... now home to rest my aching bones.
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