Cross Timbers Theatre Company (CTTC), the theatre company of which I am a member, is preparing for an upcoming production of William Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night.” Now, if you are familiar with this particular play of Shakespeare’s, you know the plot. If you are not, in layman’s terms, basically this chick gets marooned on an island after the ship she and her twin brother were traveling on capsizes. She figures her brother is dead, and so she goes to work for this dude who is a duke, after, of course, disguising herself as a guy because back in the day it was so not ok for a chick to work for a dude. Meanwhile, she finds herself in the middle of this ... well, sort of love triangle ... with guys loving girls who are in love with girls who they think are guys and girls who are dressed as guys falling in love with guys and like that. Meanwhile, in the middle of all this, a gang from the hood (well, there are three in the gang ... so sort of a gang, but not so much) gets together to make this one chick’s butler go nuts because they think he’s a jerk. There’s also this clown who’s in the middle of everyone’s business. No seriously, he really is a clown. In the end, everyone lives happily ever after, after they find out the whole truth ... except, of course, the dude who nearly went bonkers.

Now that you have an idea of how perplexing the play is under normal circumstances, CTTC has decided to make it even more perplexing by casting some of the roles, originally meant for male actors, with female actors, one of whom is, naturally, me. Originally I was cast as the ship captain/priest, but due to technical difficulties with the original cast, I have been recast as one of the “gang from the hood,” Fabian. (I have begged to have that changed to “Fabiana,” but thus far, to no avail.) To add fuel to the fire, the play, although keeping the original language, is being set in modern times.

What’s really scary is with all of the chaos and pandemonium going on with the play, it seems perfectly logical to me.

But then, in the life that I lead, it would make sense, wouldn’t it? And, as old Will would say (Well, he did say it), “Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!”

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