It Never Ends Department: Had a rather (or at least relatively) uneventful dress tech last night, brought the show in under 3 hours, which is amazing considering the huge set changes they have to deal with. We were getting notes when all of a sudden my last minute trumpeter was back in the pit madly motioning me (he had been gone for about an hour at that point). I stuck my head in the pit and he told me he must have driven off with his trumpet book on top of his car and it was now nowhere to be found. So I went out and helped him search the parking lot, where he had at least found all the loose notes (so to speak) I had given him he had jotted down. Luckily, I had my main trumpeter, who's in Iowa on vacation this week, make a copy before he left, so I called him this morning, he ran to FedEx, made a copy and is overnighting it to me. As I told the theater's managing producer, (at least with regard to this first brain dead guy), there's a reason brass rhymes with ass.
