Someone in the pit was quite perfumed up tonight. We aren’t supposed to do that. I am not certain who it was, as the person I suspected said she donned no perfume at all. Ah well. I took an allergy pill. I took Tylenol (the perfume was the headache inducing sort), and I just dealt.
Later on, though, there was a new scent. It smelled like burning paper to me. During intermission we were told that something on stage actually caught on fire, and that a stage hand came out with a fire extinguisher and put it out … while the singers continued to sing. Bizarre. It made some of us pit folk realize, though, that we’ve never discussed what to do in case of an emergency. We live in earthquake country; it would probably be a very good idea to have a plan.
Now I’m home, in my “no perfume lives here and we rarely start fires*” house. Whew.
One more opera tomorrow. Then it’s on to SSV, a run of Nuts, Sing Along Messiah, Mozart’s Coronation Mass and a Christmas Eve service. All together I’ll be playing a total of 25 services. All before December 25. And of course I have juries at two universities and will continue to teach. It’s good to have this work, so I’m determined not to get to whiney about how busy I’ll be. We’ll see how I do on that! 🙂
*I did nearly set the house on fire once. Yeah. Really.
