So during today's dress rehearsal, I found myself laced into three sets of 17th century style corsets, wearing a butt bustle and a 10 inch tall white Mozartian wig, struggling for breath as my boobs pushed their way towards my clavicle, and wearing the most beautiful maroon and gold dress I've ever laid eyes on.
Oh, and I was hungry.
In perhaps the oddest, most anachronist combination the Met dressing room has ever seen, I resolved said hunger issue with edamame and a bagel. Who knew it was so difficult to eat when your waist size has been reduced from 24 inches to 17??
I love my job.
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