I am so fortunate to have theatre friends.
I told Sylvia I needed to be transformed, and my friend the makeup artist (who, if you'll remember, is also responsible for this blog) said "I'll be right over!" and has succeeded in turning me into someone else.
The first time wasn't important- Gerard hadn't ever seen me. But now, even the slightest mistake could be deadly. I'd done some work myself- borrowed a high-quality blue wig from our costume room, gotten a really good hairnet, and picked out my outfit- black shirt with white at the neckline, black skirt, and black tights with black shoes. I'm not dark or anything, I just like the color black and happen to have several articles of clothing of that color available for wear. I also bought a good pair of colored contacts for my eyes.
Sylvia came and went to work with her army of makeup products (using clean applicators, of course- techie habit) and turned me into a different person. Want proof? Here's a couple of dolls of the situation that I whipped up afterwards:
Her specialty is changing skin colors, which she mastered beautifully for our presentation of Dracula a few years ago. We shot a trailer for the daily announcements, and we needed the vampires to be believable, so she stepped up to the plate.
I told her I had been hoping to make it more... well, bright, but she laughed and said that now no one would ever know me. And I guess she's right...
Chris and I meet in half an hour to go to Barnes & Noble. I'd better leave a note or something for Mom, just in case. I think I'll leave Gerard's note and Elaine's diary too, so she can see what's been happening and maybe she'll forgive me. On the other hand, if we can slip away without a problem, then I may just tell her anyway. See you in half an hour!
~Stacie
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