The Lion's Pride vol. 1 (Fall 2013) | Page 53

50 sink. Carts and racks are called onto the truck by name: Push Push, Boxey Brown, Larry, Moe, Curly, Harold, Maude, Bertha, Grimm, Mother Goose, and so on… These names also make it nice during the day. Someone may call out, “I’m taking Boxey Brown. Push Push is at the bottom of the ramp if you need it.” Right away everyone has a mental picture of where the rolling carts are - the brown one is gone, but the black one is waiting at the ramp. On a good night, by 11:00 p.m. everything is loaded with little or no evidence of the day’s events left behind. Usually, as soon as my work is done, I wander off side stage with other crew members to watch the show. I worked as runner for two days of “Michael Jackson Cirque de Sole” at Key Arena. In this case, side stage did not work because the performers were everywhere. I invoked my all-access pass, found an empty seat, and sat in the audience both nights. Zach has worked for Chris for a dozen years. In the beginning my youngest daughter and I went back stage to visit Zach, eat good food, load up on swag, and get fancy VIP passes to see the shows. I have a memory of my then 7-year-old daughter Michaela, standing on a plastic bucket wearing a Limp Biskit beanie and an oversized apron, mixing chocolate chip cookies. Because of the nature of the “Anger Management”