So, it all begins again. We're in hell week for West Side Story, the second mainstage show this semester. I'm costume run crew, hence all of the black. However, since all of the costumes were'nt ready yet yesterday, I got roped into doing makeup (fine) and hair (aack, not fine!) After the show started, I got to sit around the basement + guard everybody's posessions, because Kayla's key got stuck in the door so we couldn't shut any of them.
I usually wound up hanging around in the Jet dressing room, because I love all of those boys. And they're all so vain that I'm constantly fixing their hair, but that is another matter.