Full Run

Erik Austin
May 14
1 min read

Updated: May 21

Okay, so we just ran the show for the first time—full makeup, full costumes, full panic attack included. And let me tell you: it was a trainwreck. Not like a dramatic, movie-style explosion, but more like a slow-motion derailment where you’re just sitting there going, “Yep… there goes Act Two.”

But honestly? It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Which is saying something, considering there were missed cues, costume changes that felt like extreme sports, and a few moments where I genuinely had no clue what scene we were in. Like, “Am I in Kansas? Am I a tree? Am I even still in this show?”

Still—miraculously—it happened. We did the whole thing. That’s basically wizardry.

And now I’m writing a very polite, slightly desperate letter asking that we please, for the love of all things ruby red, do not try to change back into the farmhands at the end. There is no time. Unless someone’s got a working time-turner or Bob Fosse’s ghost is waiting in the wings with jazz hands, it’s just not happening.

I’m exhausted. My body is mad at me. But you know what? Despite the chaos, the stress, the makeup sweats… there’s still something kind of thrilling about it.

Live theater, baby. We may be a mess, but we’re doing the thing.