Well, in about 24 hours, I shall be making my to 160 W 47th Street - otherwise known as the stage door entrance for The Palace Theatre, for the first preview of
Lestat. The first Broadway preview. My first Broadway preview.

-I'm still pinching myself.
However, I'm also playing the usual "I can't do this" mind games with myself. Our final dress rehearsal went very well, and I made it out of my seventh floor room unscathed, if a little worse for wear. There is one sequence in the first act that goes on for about 12 minutes, and is made up of about six different charts/pieces of music. Just getting my pages organized is quite a task. ...And when we got through that sequence, all of us up in the auxiliary room breathed a very audible sigh of relief.
But, again, I was feeling a bit down on myself. I really just want it to be perfect. Now. Right now! I didn't have any major f*uck-ups tonight, but I had my share of "clams", as well as some "shaky finger" moments. However, Andy, the assistant conductor, paid me a nice compliment after the run-thru, which made me feel much better, much more at ease. But I still felt like heading out for a drink, so...
I called my friend, James, and we headed out for a drink and a bite to eat. It was nice being able to wind down, decompress and de-stress for a while. -And in the middle of our late night meal, I noticed that I had a message on my cell phone from my conductor, Brad. Hmm....
I guess I did f*uck up... Well, here goes....
When I hit the Play Message button...
"Don't freak out."

Exactly what I needed to hear.