Fairy Dust

I am covered in fairy dust.   I'm finding the little silver slivers of sparkly confetti in coats, on the carpet of my apartment, and in my hair.  Every night, Peter Pan throws a generous heap of sparklies over my head in order to help me fly.  I used to keep my mouth wide open in amazement as Peter Pan sprinkled me with dust, but after one evening spending the rest of the scene spitting and gagging while flying, I quickly learned my lesson.  That fairy dust can really stick to the back of your throat!  

The fairy dust looks cool and magical in the show, but the things I do later to dig the plastic-y confetti out of the various pores of my body do not look very cool...or very magical.  It's not uncommon for someone in the cast to confess, "I found more glitter in my butt crack last night!  That stuff itches!"  

Apparently, the fairy dust here in Alabama is so popular that kids after the show can be seen scrapping up the glittery dust from the sidewalks, seats of the theatre, and even from the bathroom floor.  The Artistic Director noticed the children's fervent attempts to collect the thin pieces of plastic and started selling fairy dust in the lobby for two dollars a bag.  I can imagine parents were relieved when they could simply buy their child a bag of dust and thus, keep them away from the second hand fairy dust of the bathroom floor.  

Last night, I spent quite a long time in front of the mirror picking the fairy dust out of my hair.  Apparently Peter Pan thought Wendy needed an extra large helping of fairy dust to get off the ground for last night's show.  I looked at my face and wondered what other kinds of jobs leave you every night washing glitter away from your body. (Strippers?? Theme Park workers?)  I wondered what other girls my age from Nebraska do after they get home from work every night to cleanse themselves of their day.  I decide fairy dust in my hair isn't so bad...In fact, preferable.  Carrying around a little extra sparkle all day could really only be good!  (Perhaps it's helping me 'fly through my day' in ways that aren't literal.)

If you want your own bag of fairy dust, it's only two dollars.

--  Emily Kinney

(Pic taken by me!)

Comments

[Jamie]

Hi Emily! My daughter was one of the kids today scooping fairy dust off of the floor...I'm so disappointed that we didn't see the $2 bags of it for sale! We just loved the show so much, and I wanted to learn more about the actors in it... I was excited to come across your blog and felt less stalker-esque when I read that you had "stalked" Sarah also! I end up doing this after every show we see...I'm always so curious what sort of lives you lead outside of the theater. It's been fun reading your blog...I'll be sure to bookmark it and see what comes your way next. I'm sure great things are in store for you...you make an awesome Wendy :) Good luck!!