I call Mom at least once a week, always on Sunday evenings. Tonight? I called from the car, driving home from a full day of ‘tech’ for Hair. After the initial ‘how was your week?’ discussion, where i generally get a run down of everything she’s eaten since last Sunday, there was this:
daisyfae: We had a good first tech run through of Hair today – still a bit rough, but it’s coming together.
Mom: You’re doing another show?
daisyfae: Yes, remember? I’m sure i’ve mentioned it – i’m working backstage. Couldn’t pass up the chance, since i’ve loved the music for this show since i was a kid…
Mom: Oh, that’s right… but you’re not in it, are you?
daisyfae: Well, as a matter of fact… i’m doing a short cameo appearance. The director and cast have invited me on stage for the naked ‘be in’ scene.
Mom: [pause] Naked? You’re getting naked? On stage?
daisyfae: At least partially naked – tonight i went topless.
Mom: But you’re wearing a bra or something…
daisyfae: Nope. Last time i checked, the definition of ‘naked’ was ‘naked’.
Mom: Showing your boobs on stage? At your age?
daisyfae: [smiling] Yes, Ma’am!