Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Taming of the Shrew


With no money, we rehearse. With little money, we find costumes, lights and buy old rickety apple crates. We ask for donations. With some money, we put on the show.

The bugs are sprayed away, the rain hides in far away clouds and the beer is cheep. The cast carries the audience from the barren dirt stage to the streets of post World War II Italy.

After the show, everyone gathered. "I understood it and I never get Shakespeare" is carried from one lightning bug to the next.

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