We were bamboozled into taking the job by a smooth-talking technical director with a pencil-thin mustache and a penchant for weirdness. How else do I explain my summer at the Cape Cod Melody Tent? Julio and I needed some legitimate theater work to put on our rÃ©sumÃ©s, and the $50 a week they paid us was barely enough money to drink on. That is, once we figured out we could drive my dadâ€™s pint-sized trailer to Hyannis, MA, from Chicagoâ€¦and live in it under the guise of the â€œsecurityâ€ shack for the theater.
The summer started slowly as we Read more