She had been dying to see it but I had resisted bringing her for various reasons, all of which seemed…well, reasonable. For one thing, I wasn’t all that crazy about letting her watch me hop about as a lowly Transylvanian. I wanted her to appreciate my work in the show and to think that what I was doing was admirable and worthwhile. Sad to say, there was very little to either admire or deem worthy about Transylvanian work. When you slipped on the black jacket and makeup, you essentially became costumed furniture. I also wanted her to see me play a real part in the show. It didn’t matter which. Something that didn’t involve me merely jumping around doing the Time Warp and then disappearing. I was concerned that she would arrive, watch the show and think, “This is how he spends his weekends? Looo-ser.” My reluctance to invite her to tag along with me, however, had gotten to the point where it started to look like I was hiding something.
What do You think about Confessions Of A Transylvanian?
