That 8-minute dialogue bit has become my favourite part of the show. It's perfect for me to get up and leave the pit for a few minutes. Last night I used Lancelot's dressing room. Not nearly as gussied up as the conductor's, who has fabric draped everywhere, framed photos, an oriental rug, a gigantic dog bed for his (small) dog... Lancelot is low-key. (But he doesn't sing off-key.) Thanks, Lance! This pregnant lady appreciated your facilities! Speaking of Lancelot, every time I pass his room, he's half naked. Now, I haven't seen the show (being in the pit), but I'm assuming he wears clothes on stage?
Four more shows! Perfect timing for an extremely sore throat. :(