After our morning choir rehearsal with Dr. Miller, we had lot of time in the middle of the day to mill about town before our final dress rehearsal. Some choristers took to the beach and got some interesting shaped sunburns. There were many jellyfish in the water at Folly Beach, and luckily, in spite of the wave jumping and jet-skiing, all singers returned unharmed. According to some of the beach-goes, there was also a random guy sitting on the pier, playing guitar and screaming awesome soul music.
Here are some of the answers I received when I polled the rest of the choir about their afternoon activities:
“I was practicing the recorder.”
“I went shopping.”
“I fixed the wireless connection, did laundry, cooked, and slumbered.”
“I practiced my summer voice repertoire.”
“I sat outside and read.”
“I got locked out of my room without a phone, keys, shoes, or a shirt.”
“I practiced piano.”
“I filled out job applications.”
At our final dress rehearsal, the lights went out in the very first scene! John Kennedy stopped the music, the stage managers were walking quickly and speaking sharply into their headsets, and we stood like statues on stage for what seemed like ten minutes but was probably only two. After this minor debacle, the show ran smoothly, the blood scene was as tidy as it could be, and all cues were made sharply and with intent. We are ready. This is going to be great.