The song I love the melody of 42nd Street.
The show was great yesterday, with the exception of the seven stiches Alex had to have after an accidental blow to the face. Today during strike, everyone was subdued. Things just seemed unreal, and I'm not sure why. When things were all cleaned up, the only trace of the musical was the faint eyeliner left on some people's faces. After 2 weeks of having nothing but musical songs stuck in my head day and night, no exageration, I'm not sure what I'll do. Funny enough, I'll miss the frantic rushing about behind stage and late nights.