The set was fun to put together, setting platforms on wheels and such, but the props were a bit too busy for a kids show. I think we had too much crap cluttering up the backstage area. Not to mention, there was little modesty involved with this show. Scenes were very short, and most of the main characters spent a good deal of time stripping backstage to get into their next costume. I know I was down to my underwear a few times, and I'm pretty sure some of the girls were, too. Aside from that, the backstage crew got good looks without having to show theirs in return. I'm sorry, Charlie, but I was glad when the show ended and we could gather our dignity again.

Very little of this show actually stands out in memory, and it's one of only two that I can't remember lines from. It's not that I didn't like the people I was working with or that we didn't have fun; I just felt so hurried and rushed that I didn't have time to enjoy myself.

Two memories stand out. The first is a scene where Beauty first confronts the beast. She loses her temper and starts poking him in the chest to drive her point home. Charleen had a rose in her fist, and one night she poked me so hard that the head came off and she was left holding a stem. She blinked at it for a moment, then went right back into her tirade.
The other memory was me trying to convince Mr. C. and his daughter Jane that a latex mask with surgical adhesive was a viable option. It would be fairly inexpensive, I could do it myself, and would actually look forward to it. What they decided was what they had originally wanted to do: a hard mask (like the ones the chorus had in Antigone), a wig, and a couple strips of hairy tape for my hands. As a result, I had no expressive power other than voice and body language. It really blew monkeys. Later, I'll post the official picture put in the paper as an ad. Apologies to all associated with me, but this play really stank.