not as rare as you'd think, and swaps during Act II are even rarer. Like, if Elphaba swaps in general are Portuguese Man-of-Wars, then swaps in Act II are Goblin Sharks. (<-- Isn't that the weirdest video you've ever seen?)
Recap time, wut wut! So. Where was I this past Sunday night during the evening show, you ask? I was at home, luxuriating on my couch, about to watch another riveting episode of "Say Yes to the Dress" (the suspense always kills me: WILL SHE FIND THE PERFECT DRESS?!?!?!). Nothing out of the ordinary there: on a regular night of work, I usually sign in and head back home, turn on The Learning Channel and pretend not to notice the numbing repetitiveness of all of their programs. And I am always reachable by phone if WICKED needs me.
Sunday, August 8 at 9:40PM, I get a call. I have to go back to the theater! On with the shoes, the sweatpants, the scarf, the dumpy college sweatshirt. But my nerves remain calm -- even a phone call from stage management doesn't necessarily mean I am on (a lot of times the team will want me in the building just to be safe).
So, dressed in the most heinous of outfits -- rivaled only by what I used to wear during late-night college study sessions, when I would sit with my laptop in Gourmet Heaven, the campus' favorite 24-hour deli, and chew a whole pack of caffeine gum so that I could study an entire semester's-worth of information in 12 hours or less (this unfortunate situation actually only happened once, in my senior year: to fulfill a science credit in order to graduate I made the ill-advised decision to take a class called "Language Abilities in Animals" and wrote my term paper on whether or not dolphins could talk (they can't)) -- I walk to the Orpheum theater.
It takes ten minutes to get there. Moments after walking in the door, I hear: "You're on!"
The first, and only other time I went on as Elphaba during the show was during Act I, and it was my first day on the job. This combination of factors was truly terrifying, but also exhilarating. In contrast, and not to burst everyone's collective bubble or anything, going on this past Sunday night was totally fine. Honest! The only thing that was sort of stressful was getting painted green at super warp speed. But by this point I have such a great rapport with the WICKED staff (my dresser, our makeup artist, our wig supervisor), that we can basically handle any challenge. To be honest, it was actually kind of fun getting into Elphaba makeup and garb with such a small window of time; it was kind of like that game show Minute to Win It, except there was no weird robot lady with a British accent telling me what to do. Stage management did end up holding the show for a few minutes right before the "Wonderful" scene and song in Act II (which is where we did the witch switch) while I finished getting ready, but, well, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.
And then I finished the show. Yay!
I hope this explains everything to people who have been asking about it. As for what happened with Marcie Dodd, our brilliant and lovely principal Elphaba, please no prying questions! She just wasn't feeling well and couldn't finish the show. Believe it or not, this happens quite a bit in live theater. Anyway, she's back and fierce as ever, and, when all is said and done, I'm glad I was able to step in and help her. Cuz it be ma job, y'all.
PEACE OUT TO BROOKLYN,