We open The Diary of Anne Frank in a week. It is a beautiful show, but oh, dear Lord, so sad. I am not looking forward to watching it three nights in a row during dress rehearsals, because it is so exhausting! A friend of mine is playing Mrs. VanDaan, and we were talking today about how, even though we know the ending, we go watch something like this play praying for the deus ex machina to swoop in and save them.
I am ready for the fun of She Stoops To Conquer - a nice, old-fashioned comedy of manners.