When I wake up on the morning of the performance, I’m fine. For about three seconds. Then I remember what day it is, and my stomach plunges up and down at the same time, going weightless. “Oh no,” I mumble to myself. “It’s Sunday.” Read More →
When I wake up on the morning of the performance, I’m fine. For about three seconds. Then I remember what day it is, and my stomach plunges up and down at the same time, going weightless. “Oh no,” I mumble to myself. “It’s Sunday.” Read More →