<p>I know this is sorta off topic and not about colleges but most of the adults on here share the role of "stagemom" with me, that I know. So, for a little lighthearted diversion NOT about colleges...I share this vignette from tonight....</p>
<p>Tonight was opening night for an adult musical my sixteen year old daughter is in. This is at a major theater 50 miles from where we live. It has been (and still is) a grueling week with every night home well past midnight (tonight alone was 1:15 AM), one 16 hour tech day, school each day, home just to sleep (not much of that), plus I am driving anywhere from 100-200 miles per day as is my husband for all this. </p>
<p>Tonight I was driving my D to the city where her show is for her call. My husband works near that city and was meeting me there for dinner during her call. Twenty miles into the 50 minute trip , I was stopping at a gas station to pick up a close friend who is in the cast (his parents were going up later for the actual show). While waiting for him to be dropped off at this rendezvous point, I filled my car up with gas (a daily occurence lately, lol). In my state, you pump your own gas. My D was sitting in the front seat and I left the keys in the car as I stood pumping the gas. As the boy drove up to meet us during this time, my D (who was on her cell phone getting "break a legs" from out of state theater friends) got out of the car to switch to sit in the back seat with this boy who was approaching the car. She realizes the back seat car door is locked and asks me how to unlock it (yeah, I know, you would think she knows how) and I tell her of the unlock switch in the front door that unlocks the entire car. So, she switches the switch and slams the door and next thing I know, she has switched the switch to "lock" instead of unlock and now the car is locked with my keys in it, along with everything she needs for the show (shoes, etc.), my money, my cell, my tickets, etc. I just about died. We are now 30 miles from the theater and I had no idea what I would do. I knew I had a second key back home but that was 20 miles south (opposite direction) and a 50 minute roundtrip, NO time for that (nor way to get there). </p>
<p>The boy's step dad was way calmer than me (he drove up as this was happening and I called to him not to pull away). We knew that he could take the kids to the theater if it came to that but my D needed what was IN the car to do the show, not to mention that my tickets (to sold out show)and everything were needed as well. He called locksmiths and none were available (plus we live in a rural area!). He got hold of a mechanic he knew who said he sometimes deals with lockouts and he was willing to come to where we were once he heard of the urgency for these cast members. He gets there and it is like watching someone break into your car...he has this long wire and he kept trying to fish it into the car, hoping to push the button in the door. It felt like the longest time and he was having trouble and it appeared like he might not be successful and I had no idea what we would do. I also had no way to contact the theater and I was thinking, I can't imagine what the director and stage manager must be going through to not see these two teens there (the rest of the cast are adults and drive themselves, plus do not live as far as we do from this city). The mom of this boy got a call to someone working backstage on his cell who was supposed to inform the stage manager that we would definitely be getting there (though later found out they never got the message). Finally, the guy got the wire to push the button and I wanted to hug him for dear life and pay him my life's savings, lol. At the time, it felt like a nightmare. </p>
<p>Before this happened, I was telling my D that a two hour call seemed like a lot but now I am glad there was a two hour call and they only were 35 min. late for that so it worked out. My husband who does not have a cell was waiting for me and also wondering where we were and decided to go to the backstage of the theater and told me the stage manager was worried, and by the time he called me, we were driving up to the stagedoor. I must have a bad track record there because the last time my D did a show there many years ago (Baby June in Gypsy), I recall on my way into that city heading toward this theater, I had a car accident and I remember that time also thinking, I have got to get this kid to the theater, the show must go on. I think I must be jinxed with this theater. </p>
<p>Anyway, it has been a long night but a great opening night....thankfully, these actors did not miss their show. There are no understudies. Whew. So, five more shows this weekend, and hopefully no more last minute "dramas". </p>
<p>Susan</p>