After pushing open one of the bathroom stalls in our dressing room, Carlo stepped up onto the toilet seat, twirled around to face the mirror, and began scrutinizing his stage clothes.To me this was not unusual behavior, not just because I’m used to Carlo’s unusual behavior in general by now, but back in my apartment in Austin, before a night out on the town, I often hop onto the edge of my bathtub so I can see how my shoes look with my evening outfit.
Carlo looked good.
Nick began nervously adjusting his tie which made me nervous because…well, Nick is never nervous. I took the tag off the neck of my new dress I bought specifically for these shows just as Dia pranced into the room still wearing her cheetah print pajama pants. We hadn’t seen her all day. She is usually busy with telephone and t.v. interviews. Glad to see her energy was still running on high.
The whole day seemed to pass in slow motion up until the point of actually playing. The hour right before our time to go on seemed to pass in about five minutes. Hair strategically placed with bobby pins. Check! Time to put on the uncomfortable stage heels. Check! (You should have seen the relief in Blake’s stage manager’s eyes after I stepped off the stage after our first set injury free.), No lipstick in streaks across my chin or forehead. Check! (don’t ask me how it gets there.)
Aah. My stomach turns even right now simply writing the words: “show time”. While we were back stage behind the curtain, I focused on deep breathing, and…
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