My neo-Victorian burlesque costume, taken at All-con by David Scott |
I’ve learned that each production operates differently, just as each venue has its own stage set-up. Slowly I’m cultivating my ability to adapt and think on my feet. However, at the show, I found out that some venues might not be for me. Although Lemme had said that the venue allowed smoking, I assumed that I would be far enough away from the audience to be able to handle it. Unfortunately, it was almost showtime when I discovered that my lungs are not as strong as I thought.
To make things worse, I learned that you shouldn’t eat a big meal the day of a show, especially if you’re going to squeeze into a corset. My brother was in town so my parents took us out for a gigantic brunch. I guess I was still full from the strippers’ breaksfast ten hours earlier, but I wasn’t going to pass up on good (and free) food. On top of that, because I’m a creature of habit and didn’t want to be hungry in the middle of the show, I ate a small dinner before I left my parents’ house. After being okay for an hour, stomach pains hit. I thought I could power through it all, but I should’ve remember that Satine didn’t fare so well (sorry if I spoiled Moulin Rouge for anyone). Thankfully there were two other kittens, but it was stupid of me to not let someone know where I was disappearing off to before the show began and to just communicate more. Lesson learned, and I'm going to try to work on my bad habit of not telling people when I need help.
me and the birthday girl, who made the lovely fascinator |
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