So, I’ve just gotten a bit of a theatre gig, and it’s good money and it fits into a gaping hole in my schedule, and everything’s peachy.

I’m on the phone with “Shawn” the production manager. We’re talking and he keeps mentioning one of the performers in glowing terms. He says things like, “We’re so lucky to have her in this show,” and “She’s great — you’ll love her,” and my personal favorite, “Well, she’s just gotten off tour, you know — singing — and well, she’s just great.” So I can tell that she may be a total pain in the ass, but I’m willing to let it slide — the money’s good and I need a job.

And so, when I get the contact sheet and production schedule, I look to see if there’s anyone in the cast or crew with whom I’ve worked before. And I recognize the name of one of the performers as the person “Shawn” was lauding. So, I do what any reasonable person would do in this situation: I google her.

Yep. I’m dressing the woman who sings, “Don’t Cry Out Loud.” That’s right. You heard it here first.

That is all.

Filed by Devon at 12:04 pm under Shameless Plugs, Sex Ed, Pop Culture, The Arts