Before the play begins, we have to warm up our voices. That is what we are doing... warming up our voices. ---->
We also need to practice choreography. Notice how I am goofing around and not practicing. That is called Being Unprofessional. It is very sad.
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In this picture, I am pointing to the sky during the song "Manchester England"... next to me is Alex, and ironically, he's from England... But not Manchester. I would like to point out that I am not a dancer, but I am very proud of my "line" in this photo. Go me!
I am prodding Nora's fake pregnancy belly here. In the song "AIR", we were testing the world for nuclear waste. The baby will be a mutant named Jesse Claude Jr.
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. Hippies smoke marijuana. Actors do not. This is me smoking a FAKE joint on the rafters during the TRIP scene rehearsal.
This is my reaction when I finally got my costume for the show. Just kidding.
Oh, what's a flower child to do when one of her Tribe has joined the draft? Smoke weed? Get naked? Or just sit on the floor under the Peace Flag and look concerned? (Folks, this is called REacting, instead of just plain ACTING.)
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THIS, on the other hand, is ACTING! I am Calvin Coolidge... "Vo do dee oh do, Sir!" Uhhhh... yeah.
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OOOOOOHHHH!!! COOL DRAMATICAL SHOT OF THE HIPPIES DURING THE TRIP SCENE!!!! FAR OUT!!! ---->
Another groovy shot of "Electric Blues"... Outta sight, man.
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"My body is walking in space. My soul is in orbit with God face to face. Floating, flipping, flying, tripping... Tripping from Potsville to Mainline. Tripping from Mainline to Moonville.... (Trippy lyrics: Trippy moment.)
The tribe at the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius.
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This is an arty photo of us advertising our show at some outdoor concert thingy. All you need is love.
