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.