Unglamorous

Jersey cardigan-type-top, Forever 21. Long-sleeved tee, Bitten. Jeans, Calvin Klein. Shoes, Nine West. Earrings, Claire’s. Belt, swap.

This probably comes as no surprise, but working backstage is decidedly unglamorous. One of my favorite tasks each night is disposing of an actor’s half-eaten pickle. It’s put both of us off dills.

I’m on stage between scenes to move props, so I’m supposed to dress in all black. I don’t have enough black clothing, so I’m mixing in a little dark purple and indigo and hoping no one can tell with the lights down low. Pay no attention to the woman with the pickle!


Actually, pickle duty is a piece of cake compared to fog-making. I’ve worked the fog machines a few times and was never very good at it. There’s a fine line between setting a mysterious mood and causing a white-out on stage.


Pickle girl, at your service.