from The Theater Cop series by J.A. Hennrikus
Then Dimitri decided to do Macbeth.
Now, around the theater you can't say the name of the play. Apparently just saying the name of the show in the theater is a curse, and most actors have stories to back up the curse. Dramatic, drawn out stories that get more dire with each telling.
As a rule, I speak my mind. I don't not say words. I have been trying not to say "Macbeth" so folks don't send me outside, make me turn around three times, and then knock to be let back in. That has happened several times. It gets old really quickly.
As if the curse business wasn't bad enough, Macbeth has a lot of blood in it. A lot. Did you know that a lot of prop masters have their own secret recipes for fake blood? I didn't know that. Nor did I know that our beloved prop master had an extra special recipe that was mostly dish detergent, so it washed out easily. She's a great prop master, and is also seeing the wardrobe supervisor, so that may have played a part in her special blood recipe.
As I said, Macbeth has a lot of blood. So, we were running low. We had a particularly industrious yet dim (not a good combination) intern who took it upon himself to brew up some more blood. It looked great, but it didn't wash out easily. In some cases, it didn't wash out at all. He left out the detergent and added more paint. All of the whites are now pink, which really doesn't work with the concept of the show.
So, I've learned a lot about stage blood. Lady Macbeth's "Out, out damned spot" is my new motto.