Katherine Nicolai

and outlined each prop in marker, with its description written alongside. That way, when we checked the table, as I did now, we could see right away that everything was accounted for. There was the locket, for the last scene in Act One. The newspaper that would get carried out at the top of Act Two.

The handkerchief that would be dropped and picked up and lead to the reveal near the end of the show. I could hear the cast coming in through the hall, dropping off their bags and chatting in the green room. I snuck closer to the edge of the stage and peered out across it and into the audience.

The handkerchief that would be dropped and picked up and lead to the reveal near the end of the show. I could hear the cast coming in through the hall, dropping off their bags and chatting in the green room. I snuck closer to the edge of the stage and peered out across it and into the audience.

The handkerchief that would be dropped and picked up and lead to the reveal near the end of the show. I could hear the cast coming in through the hall, dropping off their bags and chatting in the green room. I snuck closer to the edge of the stage and peered out across it and into the audience.

There was so much residual, excited energy stored up in these old wood floors that just standing there made me shiver with the thrill of being about to make an entrance. I took a breath. as if I were really preparing for such a thing, then stepped out and crossed to center stage. There are things that might stir us up so much, push us past what we thought we were capable of.

There was so much residual, excited energy stored up in these old wood floors that just standing there made me shiver with the thrill of being about to make an entrance. I took a breath. as if I were really preparing for such a thing, then stepped out and crossed to center stage. There are things that might stir us up so much, push us past what we thought we were capable of.

There was so much residual, excited energy stored up in these old wood floors that just standing there made me shiver with the thrill of being about to make an entrance. I took a breath. as if I were really preparing for such a thing, then stepped out and crossed to center stage. There are things that might stir us up so much, push us past what we thought we were capable of.

and even frighten us a bit, but also make us feel so vibrantly connected to each coming moment that we know we'll do them again and again. And standing on stage reminded me that I'd keep doing this. The ushers were gathering and soon we'd be opening the house and welcoming our audience. I crossed over to the other side of the stage as the proscenium curtain

and even frighten us a bit, but also make us feel so vibrantly connected to each coming moment that we know we'll do them again and again. And standing on stage reminded me that I'd keep doing this. The ushers were gathering and soon we'd be opening the house and welcoming our audience. I crossed over to the other side of the stage as the proscenium curtain

and even frighten us a bit, but also make us feel so vibrantly connected to each coming moment that we know we'll do them again and again. And standing on stage reminded me that I'd keep doing this. The ushers were gathering and soon we'd be opening the house and welcoming our audience. I crossed over to the other side of the stage as the proscenium curtain

came down behind me, clicked on a few more blue lights, and stepped into the back hall. Actors were shedding coats in the dressing rooms, and suddenly the mostly empty theater felt full and bustling. Coming the other way, I spotted the stage manager with her clipboard. She looked at her watch and called out, places in 30. Everyone around her

came down behind me, clicked on a few more blue lights, and stepped into the back hall. Actors were shedding coats in the dressing rooms, and suddenly the mostly empty theater felt full and bustling. Coming the other way, I spotted the stage manager with her clipboard. She looked at her watch and called out, places in 30. Everyone around her

came down behind me, clicked on a few more blue lights, and stepped into the back hall. Actors were shedding coats in the dressing rooms, and suddenly the mostly empty theater felt full and bustling. Coming the other way, I spotted the stage manager with her clipboard. She looked at her watch and called out, places in 30. Everyone around her

responded in a chorus, as we'd been trained to do since our very first shows. Thank you, 30, we sang back. I smiled as I made my way back through the green room toward the house. That call and response had always felt like a particularly well-devised form of communication. Some information is given and then you respond politely and show that you understood by repeating

responded in a chorus, as we'd been trained to do since our very first shows. Thank you, 30, we sang back. I smiled as I made my way back through the green room toward the house. That call and response had always felt like a particularly well-devised form of communication. Some information is given and then you respond politely and show that you understood by repeating

responded in a chorus, as we'd been trained to do since our very first shows. Thank you, 30, we sang back. I smiled as I made my way back through the green room toward the house. That call and response had always felt like a particularly well-devised form of communication. Some information is given and then you respond politely and show that you understood by repeating

the most important aspect of it. I tried to make a habit of it when some message came my way to say thank you and acknowledge the vital missive. Now, here, being part of something I love, As I pushed through the doors and signaled to the ushers to open the house, I thought, thank you, opening night. Sweet dreams.

the most important aspect of it. I tried to make a habit of it when some message came my way to say thank you and acknowledge the vital missive. Now, here, being part of something I love, As I pushed through the doors and signaled to the ushers to open the house, I thought, thank you, opening night. Sweet dreams.

the most important aspect of it. I tried to make a habit of it when some message came my way to say thank you and acknowledge the vital missive. Now, here, being part of something I love, As I pushed through the doors and signaled to the ushers to open the house, I thought, thank you, opening night. Sweet dreams.

Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good. and then you fall asleep. I'm Catherine Nicolai. I write and read everything you hear on Nothing Much Happens.