And so we come to an end (for now)

Our FringeNYC run is run; our set is disassembled and our costumes split apart.  The actors have other lines to learn, the managers have other shows to run, the director thinks of other shows, the designers have actual jobs, and the writer shoves a draft of an entirely different play into the dramaturg's hands.  And so this blog comes to at least a temporary end, as AK-47 Sing-Along becomes again a script instead of a production.  Plug in the ghost light, friends; we're going dark.

It's been a pleasure.

Thank you.