Freaking

I'm doing my best to appear calm, but I'm really freaking out.  Jay and I have to do a performance of Stones in His Pockets here in Wheeling, West Virginia a week before we're supposed to really open.  It's part of Pittsburgh Irish & Classical Theatre's outreach program with the Towngate Theatre in Wheeling.  The place is practically sold out, and I'm still fumbling over lines and crap like that.  And to top it all off, we've been rehearsing for 2½ weeks on a thrust stage with audience on three sides, and tonight we have to do the show on a proscenium stage, which completely changes the staging!

 I'm practically peeing myself.  We go on in about an hour -- if I don't die of the shame, I'll let you know how it goes.