Marilyn RIP

(Photos 1, 4, 5, 6 taken by Eric Bandiero during the PMT Spring Showcase. Photos 2,3 taken by Andrew Foster during The Love Show at Galapagos)

Oh Marilyn, before there was you, there was simply:

"Here is where Wild Red will dance with some doll or something".

There was a time we thought you would be created from a coat rack and wig, or that you would be sewn... and soft. We even thought of ways to acquire one of those rolling IV-thingies from a hospital so that you could glide across the floor with us. In the end, you became real as a three- sectioned, glued, taped, and Velcro monster.

You can't fit fully into our traveling bag. You've given us much grief, refusing to stay erect, not responding to Wild Red's advances Um, dude, she is cardboard. she is so shiny and perfect She is not real that's the point! whatever, you are just jealous Lillibelle. Stop butting into the blog... Hmm, where was I, oh yes... Your yardstick must now obtrusively stick out of our suitcase whenever we use you. You've panicked Wild Red in performances and had me nearly lose faith in prop partnering.

Now you must leave us, for you are too old... er young. We shed a tear in your passing. Betty Grable may better suit the 30's themed shows that are all the rage in these tough economic times, but you, sweet Marilyn, will always be a part of our original cardboard beauty vision. We won't forget that you were there for us as we debuted our "Act 1, Scene 1". We leave you with a haiku:

Marilyn with clear tape

you broke the suitcase zipper

the end RIP