It's not a contest, but I'll just throw our li'l stories into the pot for everyone's reading pleasure:
Thank the lord we have five weeks of rehearsal left before tech week, because - I know you won't believe this - but we JUST NOW acquired our second to last Missing Man, and are still short one. Aggravatingly, to me, the one acquired just before this is less than skilled in the ensemble- and harmony-singing department, but he's a body on the stage we needed and that practically takes priority at this point.
And then last night we felt the hot breath of warning signs of how careful everyone must be. One of the girls got reminded of how she needs to take the curves on our winding country roads a little slower when it's raining (she only skidded a little bit). And then our Carrie, of all people, had a tire blow out on another of those roads. Her car went off the road, took out a sign, and came to rest at a steep angle -- nothing that couldn't be negotiated in safely getting out, etc., and thank the lord (again) that she was completely unharmed. She comes from an hour away, and her dad came to pick her up and deal with the car.
This theeder stuff is like constantly walking the fine line between survival and failure. It's not for the faint of heart, but that seems truer now than ever before.
