Second and third shows

We did two shows practically in a row! Argh...

The matinee was the understudies performance. Unluckily, the lead parts didn't have understudies. Well, they did, but they all dropped out. There were only actually a few understudies in the end. It's like I told E. I came to make one costume. I ended up getting an understudy's part! Ridcully is quite a large part. I acted him in the matinee. It went fairly well, I think, but the whole time I was on stage, all the lights were pointed at me. I was trembling the entire time, and my lip still has small intents where I bit it to stop myself from laughing or crying. But I think I did pretty well! I projected, I didn't forget any of my lines, and I reacted how Ridcully would. Yay!

And in the second, guess what happened? I got my finger shut in one of the prop doors whilst we were moving set. I had been standing with my bit of wall, and the box that needed to move so I could move my wall wasn't moving. I thought that maybe they weren't strong enough to move it, or maybe there was no one there to move it. So I grabbed what I thought was the side of the door and I was about to start pulling, when I saw that there was a box in the way. So I tried to let go. But as I removed my hands from the box, I felt something close around my finger. I tried to pull away, but the door just kept crushing my finger more and more. I knew I couldn't scream properly. There was a show going on! But a really highpitched yelp must've slipped out. I finally managed to yank my finger out and ran as fast as I possibly could, already starting to cry. It hurt so much!! I had to get out, because the show must go on. Seeing me coming tearing through everyone like that, E and D and a few others came over and asked what happened. My finger was a bloody mess. That's a description, not my swearing. I ran it under cold water and wrapped it in paper towels. I was crying and E was depressed... And then I stopped. I stopped crying and got over myself partly. I put on my acting face and told E to stop crying because she'll smudge her makeup and she's supposed to be comforting me, not the other way around. So many people asked me if I was OK, I decided I needed a badge or something saying 'I'm OK'. Lovely, lovely Et (the Mr. Pump actor) sat with me for simply ages, just talking to me about life and Terry Pratchet. And when I started to think I was OK,  I became so. I came out for the bows at the very end. It still hurts, but only a little. The nail's probably going to fall off. Goody. 

S, who was watching the later show, thought that everyone was exhausted and therefore the show was worse than yesterday (which he had also seen). But in our defense, we had done a matinee only two hours previously, which he did not see.