I heads-upped you in my previous post (below) but the day arrived TODAY! In the form of my contracts from WM / E in Beverly Hills!
My “Split Ends” tour of Australia, South America, Johannesburg, India and Japan (with an option for Russia and China) has been green-lighted by Melbourne’s “The Production Company”!
A few dear friends just dropped me off from a celebratory farewell dinner and I’ve barely time to BREATHE before winging Monday to WM / E’s offices in Nashville to dot the I’s and cross the T’s, then to Los Angeles Tuesday for digital remixing of the vocal tracks, which they don’t need me for because it’s all Tammy except for some voice-over intros-and-outros which I have to do to cover costume and set changes, then to Sydney Thursday!
Sydney is 16 hours ahead of Little Rock but my agents have physician-provided scrips to get me through that. My home in Chenal is now listed, but under another name as the realtor felt “Norma Bates” might be a detriment to a speedy sale, for some reason. Conchita and my attorneys at Mitchell, Williams, Selig, Gates & Woodyard – darlings all – are handling my leftovers in The Rock.
(Monique’s being adopted by a couple near the Heights Kroger.)
I cannot tell you ALL how much I will miss my Razorbabies and the A-T Blog. I wish I could give each and every one of you my personal love as a goodbye remembrance, but I know you’ll understand there simply isn’t time for the necessary blood tests.
“The theatre is a harsh mistress,” they say. But since, in my case, that sounds like I’m hooking up Down Under with a lesbian dominatrix (not that there’s anything wrong with either), let’s go in a different metaphorical direction.
“Starring in a nightly show is like joining a convent.” From costume and wig fittings to rehearsals and performing and touring, until final closing night, there really is time for nothing else. No time for blogging, no time for posting, no time for anything but keeping in shape -- fabulous shape -- to make that 8 o’clock curtain. Show business is my life.
So let me just say from my heart, my Razorbabies, should I never return, I treasure every moment I’ve spent here with you, and the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity Max offered me – seems like yesterday. (I’m pretty sure he meant, “Break a leg!” in the time-honored theatrical tradition when he wished me well.)
Live each day like it’s your last. Life can turn on a dime and you never know where tomorrow’s adventure may carry you! Be loving, thoughtful, kind, reverent and obedient, like me.
Failing that, just always tell the truth and let the chips fall where they may.
Though I know you will . . . try not to forget me. I will never forget you.