#bedcall

[emilybombsauce]

🎵To my dearest Wedding Singer Cast, Crew and Audience, 🎶 I'm kind of at a loss for words and overwhelmed with emotion because of how much I needed this show to come into my life when it did. To all of my friends and family who spent their hard-earned money to come see this incredible musical that I had the honor of being a part of with some of the most hilarious and talented people I've ever had the pleasure of working with, thank you so, SO much. Your support means the W O R L D to me. I have never felt more empowered, loved, appreciated, and encouraged as an artist as I have through this process, and putting on that crimpy wig, wedding dress and Van Halen T-shirt was my ultimate 80's dream come true. And for everyone else who wanted to come but couldn't make it--I'll lend you the dvd 😉 Thank you for all the kind and thoughtful words, social media reactions, and asking about rehearsal/how the show was going. There are few things in this world that warm my sequin-encrusted heart than hearing my friends and family laugh (or rock on and headbang with me 👩‍🎤) It was an absolute pleasure and privilege to share the stage with this cast and to bring the also wildly-talented production team's incredible vision to life to transport audiences back to the greatest decade in history. Your Pal, Linda 💖 (The I is dotted with 💔) #theweddingsinger #mwt #morganwixson #80s #80saesthetic #musicaltheatre #musical #theatre #santamonica #la #latheatre #lindamakesmefeelawesome #iliveherenow #sike #bedcall #crimpedhair #safetydancemorelikesafetyschool #itreallydobelikethatsometimes #welovethe80s (at Ridgefield, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0xBTeHhpEF/?igshid=1rw2z80tiw49x

[softbladee]

“We had one window in the Ostwick Circle. Stained glass portrait of Andraste in the chapel. So you couldn’t see through it. A bird broke through one of the panels, so there was this one abstract fragment of sky you could see.” She’d gone in the evening before bedcall.  A slice of the harvest moon visible between the melted lead outlines. The memory was one she saw in third person. A thin woman with her hands clasped, and only recognizable as herself by the messy bun and as freckles as numerous as flowers in a wild field. “They boarded up that window. Rather then let us have that tiny piece of sky.”

[adetokun]

#igers #goodnight🌙 #latepost #bedcalls

[mustymusty888-blog]

Goodnight Bedcalling📢📢📢✔✔✔

[og-trell-blog]

Im ready to go home nd go to sleep my bed just call me nd said it missed me #bedcall (at MD/DC Border)