I have struggled to write this post because of my bittersweet experience with Grease, so I'll leave you with this: Imagine being a badass bitch in an elite girl gang for a few months. That's what playing Marty Maraschino in my high school's 2015 production of Grease felt like. If I could walk around all the time wearing non-prescription bejeweled glasses and carrying a fake cigarette between my fingers, I would. Never underestimate the power of a good red lipstick and someone who believes in you. I would like to dedicate this post to Amy Hatcher, whose guidance and support made it possible for me to perform in this role.
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In the script for the Samuel French stage production of Grease, Marty says, "I ain't got a date," to which Danny responds, "Hey, I know just the guy. Right you guys! Hey Eugene!" So, in the most clever promposal ever imagined, Jared, who played Eugene, came on stage during the dress rehearsal with a sign and balloons and said, "I'll go to prom with you, Marty!"
This is my favorite photo from the show because I look like a total BAMF in it, but also because it captures the disaster that was me face-planting on stage during the opening number and practically destroying my knee.