An Actor’s Life. . . For Me?

Well, sort of. And that explains my current light blogging schedule.

 I’m having my first serial-killer experience (promise) as Jonathan Brewster in the Cary Grant chestnut Arsenic and Old Lace, and as we did our final rehearsal close to midnight last night,  24 hours before opening night,  things weren’t . . exactly. . . right, but they would be much closer to right if the guy playing my noxious brother Mortimer had memorized even 100 of his 200-plus lines, and if I could stop bouncing around the stage (with what I think of as bubbling, vital energy) so much that the director said I was making him seasick. (Get some dramamine, you two-bit dictator!)

So, yes, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got just a few kinks to work out here, but (cue music) we wantcha to remember that

There’s no business like show business like no business I know
Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow!

There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low
Even with a turkey that you know will fold, you may be stranded out in the cold
Still you wouldn’t change it for a sack of gold, let’s go on with the show!

The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Are secretly unhappy men because
The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk
Get paid for what they do but no applause.
They’d gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye for anything theatrical and why?

There’s no business like show business and I tell you it’s so
Traveling through the country is so thrilling, standing out in front on opening nights
Smiling as you watch the theater filling, and there’s your billing out there in lights!

There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low
Angels come from everywhere with lots of jack, and when you lose it, there’s no attack
Where could you get money that you don’t give back? Let’s go on with the show!

(There’s no business like show business like no business I know)
You get word before the show has started that your favorite uncle died at dawn
Top of that, your pa and ma have parted, you’re broken-hearted, but you go on!

(There’s no people like show people, they smile when they are low)
Yesterday they told you you would not go far, that night you open and there you are
Next day on your dressing room they’ve hung a star, let’s go on with the show!!

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