So it's 8:30 a.m. here at the Erickson Theater and blogger Angel Welter and I are yelling at each other across the empty house. When I pulled up in front of the theater the first person I saw was Zoey Belyea, (who also admonished me for misspelling her name last night; apologies to all. IT'S GONNA HAPPEN PEOPLE. Get off my jock. That's why we have the edit button.) Sorry, back to what I was saying.....Virgin Writer Zoey Belyea's thoughts this morning, "I feel okay. I feel......glerglemefthflaf. ugh.. I feel like I like it...um... I don't know if I was trying ...I'm play number 6 and I feel like I had a safe spot and didn't have to stress out about doing something funny". Considering that Zoey was basically breast fed by 14/48 it's reassuring that she's still got some butterflies.
Um.. I misspelled her name.. Or maybe you did too. But correcting it now. Geez!
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