The Green Room

Our little dressing/waiting area, the green room, is a long narrow room adjacent to the stage area. It's actually painted green, and is generally speaking filthy. Fourteen of us are crammed in there, climbing over each other to get back and forth. My propensity for pacing is quite inhibited. The racks for costumes are at the far end, right next to the only window in the room...which is a full window and looks out on the courtyard of this condo/mixed use facility (an old Piano factory which was famous in it's day). If you don't want to get undressed in front of the window, you can move to the center of the room where everyone is lounging around. It's wonderful...we are all bonding in a very silly way. Everyone kept telling me what fun I was going to be having, and I thought I'd be mostly terrified. Which I am. But I did forget about all the fun, the instant camaraderie, the constant jokes, and ready laughter. It can lead to extreme cases of giddiness and did last night, among the younger cast members...and even those of us of a certain age.
It's so strange to re-enter a world you left years and years ago and to re-remember it. Oh well...whatever...I suppose I should start getting over myself at this point.