I’ve had auditions for the past two nights for “Little Shop of Horrors,” the show that I will be helming for the next few months (slated to open October 7th). I had a good turn-out of folks … and that’s all well and good … but what has thrown a monkey wrench into the works has been the absence of the Music Director at the auditions.

See … his wife gave birth on Friday, but the baby had to be delivered via cesarean section. Needless to say, she is not feeling 100%. Baby is fine. Wife isn’t. I know it’s gonna sound very insensitive of me to bitch that he didn’t make it to the auditions because of all this … but the man is gonna get paid a decent amount of money for “music directing.” It’s thrown a whole kink into my planned schedule.

Kinda hard to cast a musical with no music director.

So …. what this means is that I now have to track him down, watch the “musical-portion-of-the-auditions” tape with him before any decisions can be made. This stresses me out ’cause it’s gonna be a few days before I know for sure who the cast is gonna be. I hate making the folks that auditioned wait to hear the news. I have been in that position and as the days drag by you just tear yourself up about “did I or didn’t I” make it into the show.

My left arm and chest are now all achey and I have a headache. I really shouldn’t be stressing out this much about this. The world ain’t gonna end … yet.~