Thursday lessons have been a good daddy-daughter time. I get out of work an hour early (dubious - it's still after 8.5 hours - it's just not keeping to "core hours") to pick her up at school, catch a Slim 5 at Jimmy John's sandwiches, and then get to the MIA to hang for a little while over a cup of coffee before class. I get a lot of reading done while she's in class, at least when the other parents aren't snoring loudly in the parents' lounge.
During one class, they took them all backstage to see how they handle getting people around, accommodating live music, raising parts of the stage, etc.
I spent the time wandering around taking some photos. If you've been back stage once, you've been backstage a million times. I'm not sure a professional would agree - but I don't have the background to appreciate the subtleties. Still, a much better rope setup than in my high school.
How to act like a toy solider. Just try to find a class that has that sort of versatility.
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