I was really at ease in this show, because by now I knew just about everyone in the department and I was becoming a little more bold as my theatre class started to encourage me. I had pretty much gotten over my crush on Andi by now, and Sparrow was grabbing more and more of every waking moment in my head. How odd that I ended this show going out with Lindsay, John Griffith's younger sister. I must say, though, that I did enjoy the costumes for both Sparrow and Andi.

I started playing music over the PA system before the shows to get myself hyped, and I think I started to gain the reputation of a showoff or a ham. I didn't mean to; I just loved the energy rush from the music.

This was the last show directed by Rita Freeberg at Central. I didn't realize she was filling in for Cyndee Brown while she worked towards her master's degree. And I didn't understand Anne Sankey and Vikki Johnson crying at the end of the show. I knew it was the final performance of the final show of their senior year, but I didn't realize just how important it was to them. Until later.

The most vivid memory of this show was a tradition I started with some of the other guys. The makeup room was long and narrow, almost a hallway, with two adjoining dressing rooms. The dressing rooms had a wall between them, but the wall had crumbled away around an old steam pipe, leaving a hole about 6" in diameter about 8 feet up between the dressing rooms. We had to do vocal warm-ups before the show, and what better way to do it than to sing? I had seen Top Gun recently, so we started off You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling, serenading the female portion of the cast through the hole in the wall. The tradition died the year I left, although I returned briefly in '90 and convinced the cast members of Cinderella to serenade. They sucked.