Bed! Go to bed!
I couldn’t go to bed!
My head’s too light to try to set it down!
Sleep, go to sleep!
I couldn’t sleep tonight!
Not for all the jewels in the crown…
–“I Could’ve Danced All Night” , My Fair Lady
That’s how a super great–nay, EPIC–performance feels. Like, what I”m feeling right now.
I have to go to bed. My alarm will be going off in a little over eight hours. But right now? Total epicness. I could, indeed, dance all night.
(And then I’d crash in the AM. That probably happened to Eliza but we just don’t see it.)
There is almost nothing I’ve experienced like the high of a good performance. Maybe when I’m with little kids and they do something cool, or when a baby says his first word in front of me, or I’m bodysurfing in the Atlantic. But those aren’t really the same thing. There is so much energy after a good performance. I feel like I could write War and Peace right now. (If Tolstoy hadn’t already done it.)
Every time I perform this show, I find something new to do, something new I understand about this character.
11 more shows to go!
Now, sadly, since my life is NOT a musical, I have to go to bed.
“Don’t you agree now? She ought to be in bed!”