#playbill giveaways

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Mid-week teeny tiny giveaway just because. In this round, the winner will receive:

-ONE Winter Garden Theatre Playbill (Centennial Edition - April 1984)

-ONE London Showbill (July 2000)

-THREE Volume 1 Shiki Secret Character Charms (Growltiger, Griddlebone and Sillabub)

-TWO Shiki Round Two Volume 2 Character Charms (Rumpleteazer and Bustopher Jones)

-ONE Macavity trading card from Osaka (2001 - 2003)

RULES (Please read these carefully and follow them):

Entries will open today (JUNE 21st give or take the midnight mail) and will close JUNE 28th - in one week. You can enter at any time between now and then, but anything after than date will not be counted.

ONE entry per person - when you reblog THIS post, you will be assigned a random number, and the receiver will be picked by a random generator. Likes do not count as entries. You do not need to be following in order to enter. Multiple reblogs will not give you a higher chance - we want to make it fair for everyone. Entry doesn’t guarantee receiving, please play fair!

Shipping within North America will be easier for me, but I am willing to open this up to individuals overseas. HOWEVER, if you are picked and you are overseas, I would very much appreciate you going in half on any shipping/postage charges if they are ridiculous (and sometimes they are). Any import fees will most likely settle on the receiver, so please keep that in mind.

Obviously, you must be alright with providing me with shipping information - rest assured you will be providing me this information in confidence and I will not share it with anyone. If you are not comfortable sharing this information, that’s completely alright, but please do not enter as I won’t be able to send it to you.

A winner will be selected on June 29th, and will receive a message indicating that they’re getting a present. I will try to get it shipped out to you as soon as I can afterwards, and give an update once that happens.

I will do my absolute best to ensure the items arrive to the winner, but once it’s handed over to the post office, it’s unfortunately out of my hands.

[sillyname30]

food_of_ct and longwharftheatre: 🎉GIVEAWAY TIME🎉 I’m teaming up with the @longwharftheatre to give ONE lucky winner a pair of tickets for them and a guest to go see award-winning singer @darrencriss LIVE this coming Monday, 5/13! This one-night only benefit concert will be at the Lyman Center in New Haven to help raise money and support the Long Wharf Theatre’s mission of making theatre for everyone 🎭 Ticket prices start as low as $50 and can be purchased at: https://longwharf.org/shows-events/darren-criss-concert/ I saw Darren in 2015 on Broadway in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and was so lucky to catch him after the show to get his autograph on my playbill ��� I’m sure many of you remember watching him on Glee like I did (or if you’ve been following him from his early days, A Very Potter Musical - my inner theater kid is showing, lol!) 📣 For a bonus entry, share this post on your story! Make sure to tag me so I can see it, or if your account is private, send me a screenshot of your story! This ⚡️flash⚡️ giveaway starts now (Friday, 5/10) and will end Saturday, 5/11 at 11:59pm. Want to win? Here’s how: 1️⃣ Follow @food_of_ct and @longwharftheatre (I’ll be checking😉) 2️⃣ Like this post 3️⃣ Tag someone you would bring with you! One tag per comment, and each comment equals 1 entry! Tagging yourself or celebrity accounts is not allowed! MULTIPLE TAGS = MULTIPLE ENTRIES. Winner will be contacted via DM and announced on my story! Good luck!🍀 This giveaway is not affiliated, sponsored, or administered by Instagram.

[thedragonchilde]

A special thanks to @the-cat-at-the-theatre-door - got my giveaway winnings yesterday! (The playbills are in the envelope) Love the bonus Bombalurina, and the charms are even more precious in person :) And a George! I do do love your sketches~

[dollycas]

Cozy Wednesday featuring There's No Murder Like Show Murder (Backstage Mystery) by M. S. Greene #Review / #Giveaway @matthew.uai

Welcome to Cozy Wednesday! I am happy to share my thoughts today about There's No Murder Like Show Murder by M. S. Greene! There's No Murder Like Show Murder (Backstage Mystery) Cozy Mystery 1st in Series Setting - Connecticut Publisher ‏ : ‎ Crooked Lane Books (July 23, 2024) Hardcover ‏ : ‎ 288 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 163910819X ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1639108190 Kindle ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CLN7KC9L Audiobook ASIN B0CVJV29P7 Tasha Weaver has seen her fair share of divas come and go while working as the costume shop head at the Eastbrook Playhouse, but her beloved theater is put at risk when the star of the show is killed in this fun but deadly debut, perfect for fans of Ellery Adams and Kellye Garrett. Tasha Weaver is most at home in the cozy backstage world of the Eastbrook Playhouse. As the costume shop head at the charming regional theater, she’s used to watching dramatic acts of love and revenge from the shadows. But when Kurt Mozer—the insufferable Broadway reject who stars in their production of Annie Get Your Gun—is shot center stage, the spotlight turns to her. Everyone knows Kurt was difficult to work with, and after he got into a fight with both director Marion Mason and artistic leader Arthur Winston, he promptly decided to quit the show. In deep financial trouble, the Eastbrook Playhouse depended on a big name like Kurt to keep afloat. With reporters coming in from the Big Apple to Tasha’s little corner of Connecticut, she realizes it's up to her to save their local theater and keep her community safe. After all, the show must go on…but what do you do when the killer could very well be one of your loved ones? With the help of her friends, her long-time crush Bruno Machado, and her feline colleague Hilly, Tasha must catch a murderer before the shining lights of the playhouse go out forever. Dollycas's Thoughts  Tasha Weaver grew up working at the Eastbrook Playhouse selling tickets and handing out playbills, now she is head of the costume shop. The current production is Annie Get Your Gun and everyone has high hopes that bringing in former Broadway star Kurt Mozer will bring in the much-needed dollars for the fledging playhouse. But Kurt is not easy to work with. He has tons of complaints. He gets in fights with the artistic leader Arthur Winston and director Marion Mason. Disagreements so fierce Kurt decides to quit the show. Tasha thought she had talked him into staying but before he could make his intention known he was shot at center stage. The man's death brings in the press from New York which is not good for the playhouse. Tasha takes it upon herself to save her beloved theatre and catch the killer fearing it is someone close to her. No matter what, the show must go on so with a little help from the technical director and her long-time crush Bruno Machado, and assistance from a frisky feline Hilly, Tasha is determined to bring the killer down before the curtains go up. ______ Mr. Greene had the huge task of introducing a large cast of characters and making each unique and memorable as the story continued. It takes a lot of people to put on a theatre performance, on stage, behind the curtains, out front, and in the office. I had trouble keeping some of the characters straight at first, but they became clear as I kept reading. Tasha grows so much from the beginning to the end of this book. She has a great backstory and is connected to all the characters in meaningful ways. The characters all have plenty of room for growth as the series continues. The problem with the first book in a series, especially those with an abundance of characters, is having the time and pages to develop a complex mystery. There were some well-placed red herrings but I pinned down the guilty party early in the book. I did enjoy following Tasha as she tried to sleuth out the killer and her surprise A-ha moment. I was delighted by the playhouse theatre theme and observing all that takes place behind the scenes. It is clear that Mr. Greene is a "theatre nerd" and is writing what he knows and is passionate about. There's No Murder Like Show Murder has given the Backstage Mystery Series a good start with a strong foundation to build on in future stories. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review. Thank you to Crooked Lane Books and NetGalley for providing me with an ARC. Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent About the Author M. S. Greene is a playwright, lyricist, screenwriter, novelist, and overall theatre nerd living the dream in New York City. Under his full name—Matthew Greene—his scripts have been produced on both coasts and several places in between. When he’s not hunched over a keyboard, he can be found teaching, directing, and working to close the arts education gap with some of the city’s most talented young people. He lives in Manhattan with his boyfriend and far too many books. This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase using my links, I will receive a small commission from the sale at no cost to you. Thank you for supporting Escape With Dollycas. Thanks to the publisher I have 1 hardcover copy of There's No Murder Like Show Murder to give away! The contest is open to anyone over 18 years old with a US or Canadian mailing address. Duplicate entries will be deleted. Void where prohibited. You do not have to be a follower to enter but I hope you will find something you like here and become a follower. Followers Will Receive 2 Bonus Entries For Each Way They Follow. Plus 2 Bonus Entries For Following My Facebook Fan Page. Add this book to your WANT TO READ shelf on GoodReads for 3 Bonus Entries. Follow Crooked Lane Books on Facebook for 3 Bonus Entries  Follow Crooked Lane Books on Instagram for 3 Bonus Entries  Pin this giveaway to Pinterest for 3 Bonus Entries. If you share the giveaway on Threads, X, or Facebook or anywhere you will receive 5 Bonus Entries For Each Link. The  Contest Will End on August 21, 2024, at 11:59 PM CST The Winner Will Be Chosen Using Random.org The Winner Will Be Notified By Email and Will Be Posted Here In The Sidebar. Click Here For Entry Form Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. Receiving a complimentary copy in no way reflected my review of this book. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.” “As an Amazon Associate, I earn a commission from qualifying purchases.”   Read the full article

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Chapter 22

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The days passing slowly started to mend together as Alex moped around in her hospital room all day. Staring out at the birds through her windows, or writing poetry on her phone, she was slowly running out of activities to do to keep her busy. She talked to her friends as often as she could, but even they were busier than she was.

She imagined all the things she could be doing right now. Dancing; singing; auditioning for theatre; writing more music in the studio; working on music videos; working on visualizers; celebrating the release of her single; furthering her relationship with Oliver; watching Benji's play

Speaking of Benji's play, Alex had successfully convinced Avery to ask Oliver to go. It was an extended game of messenger, but she was thankful that it was happening. She wasn't able to go, and she needed every detail about what happened from Oliver. She didn't want him there as a reviewer, but a friend of a friend. He didn't do this very often, but Alex knew he'd do it for her.

He'd make his way down to the theatre and talk to Benji, probably congratulate him on his performance while patting a hand on his back. Alex could envision it now. The two men standing side by side, one in a suit and one in a costume. Maybe he'll get a playbill signed for her. She'd have to ask him.

She ran a hand through her ratty, tangled mess of a head of hair. It was greasy and it screamed in need for a shower. It had been over a week of sponge bathes, over a week of bed rotting, and over a week of morphine. It had been too long. Her only reprise was the fact that physical therapy was today, meaning she could get rooms transferred if she could just prove that she could care for herself.

A piece of her wondered how that would even be possible when she smells the way she does. It would be a dead giveaway that she needed help. She brushed the thought away to the side and pulled her phone out. She'd ultimately given up on her no phone rule. That was impossible here, especially when she didn't want to cart all her journals into the room. She could make do with her phone.

She scrolled through her social media's again. She had taken to retweeting a few words of support, and she was considering making another post. Many news stations had picked up her words, and she was even in the local news. She watched one night as the glow of the TV illuminated her body in the bed, her own face popping on screen for just a moment. A selfie.

A truly surreal experience. She hadn't tried to reach out to her managers or PR yet, because that seemed like something you do when you're more stable. Something to do when you're getting your career on track. Alex couldn't focus on her career, not right now. She needed to focus on herself, and Greg and Charles weren't apart of that.

This was why she liked Oliver, in the end. He understood her. He didn't ask her about work, or about anything else that didn't matter. When they talked, it was focused on the brutalities of the world and what they both were forced to experience. It was light hearted, sometimes, sure. But it was the cruel truth laid out exactly as it had happened. It was hard not to gain feelings when you talk about things so serious like that.

Alex let a sigh escape her lips as she scrolled over towards Instagram. She slid over to the 'Story' feature and look a photo of her IVs. She had two in her arm today, one in each vein. She didn't know what they did. Alex had never been keen on listening to those in authority. She figured that's how most of her issues with Oliver started in the first place.

He was the ultimate authority. He ruled over a large majority of the spheres she existed in, whether it was music, theatre, or performing. He was always there as the grueling force that halted her progress to a swift stop. She tried to understand it, but she truly didn't. He had tried to explain it to her in the past, but it didn't make sense.

He said at one point that he was trying to fix it, though. It was an interesting way of phrasing it. Fix it, as if he had broken it or done something wrong. Alex believed there was a reason she wasn't selected during the Survive showcasing, she just didn't know what that reason was. Was she not good enough? Was it her image at the time? Was it the fighting? The drugs? Everette? What, in the end, pulled her progress swiftly to a close?

She was pulled out of her train of thoughts by a knock on the door. "Hello?" She called out as an older man in a white lab coat walked in. It was a doctor, but she didn't recognize him as one of her own doctors from any of her stays here, including this current one. He was older, maybe in his 50s, and he had round glasses sat across his nose.

He adjusted his glasses as he spoke, walking towards her bed frame. "Hi, Ms. Gray! I'm Dr. Graham, I'll be your physical therapist! Are you ready to be wheeled down there?" Alex sat up in her bed, feeling her stitches ache a bit as she did. "Yes, I am so ready to get out of here."

He let out a chuckle and walked towards the end of her bed. He unlocked a few switches on the bed before walking towards the headboard and doing the same. "Well, let's first assess where you are in your treatment. Then, we can talk about getting you back up to your suite."

Alex nodded as the bed began to move, rolling out of the room. She and all her IVs were pulled into the hallway and she saw as the white and brown room slowly transformed into a desolate white fluorescent lit landscape of long corridors and the view of other patients rooms. "We'll be taking you to the PT room a floor up" The doctor said as he pushed her bed along the hallway, furthering the distance between Alex's new hospital room and her.

"Will my bed even fit in the elevator?" She asked out, looking around at the walls. There was the occasional painting thrown up on the wall, attempting to bring life into a lifeless situation. Up in the corners of the hallway, Alex could see a circular mirror hooked up to the wall to see all directions. She could see herself in it, and how small she looked.

They made it to the end of the hallways where the elevators were. "Of course they will. The elevators were made with all bed sizes in mind. Imagine if there was no room to transport somebody to surgery and we had to carry them!"

A small smile danced across my face as the thought of doctors having to wait for the elevator because some patient was being hauled up. She stopped to consider if she had ever been here before as she her bed and IV were pushed into the elevator with the doctor standing near the door. "How far is it?" Alex asked as the doctor pushed a button on the elevator.

He turned to face her for a moment before turning away again. "Just up a floor and then down the hall. It's not too far." and with the ding of the elevator, she felt it start to move. She never particularly loved elevators. The feeling of weightlessness in her body, uncontrollable as it shot up in the sky. It was uncomfortable, but it was truly a different experience while lying down. It was like flying.

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a breath in. She could feel everything in her body, all her toes, the heels of her feet, her lowers legs and her knees, her upper tights, her pelvis, her torso, her wound, everything. It all felt weightless as they lifted up in the building, before meeting that loud 'Ding!' noise that indicated the doors were going to open.

She heard the creaking of the doors sliding open, and she watched as people made their way away from the doors to make room for her doctor to wheel her in. "Now, when we get to the room, I want you to sit up, but don't stand yet. I want you to be able to have a walker before you do."

Alex let out a small a grumble and a groan. "A walker? What am I, 85?"

He gave her a curious look as he pushed her down the hallway. "If you stand up and your body can't handle the pressure, you could double over and rip your stitches clear open." Alex physically cringed at the thought of that. That would hurt. A lot. "Then, they would have to re-stitch you up, and you'd be right back at square one of recovery."

She let out a sigh that came from the depths of her soul.  "Okay, a walker it is."

* * *

Her therapy session wasn't bad, per-say. Alex had to use the walker, and she waltz around the room with her hand on one bar of the grey walker and one hand on her IV bar trailing it along her. She got her steps in (About 150 of them) before her doctor told her to stop. He asked to check out her stitches, and she let him. They had held up just fine.

Next, she moved onto a blue ball that looked like it was made for yoga. The doctor told her it helped with squatting motions, to make sure she could bend over if needed. To make sure her core muscles were healing properly. He told her a LOT of things that she tried not to focus on as she bounced up and down on the ball.

"I'm doing pretty good, aren't I?" she would ask out to him, before being met with a nod before he'd go back towards his checklist. It wasn't very affirming to Alex. It didn't tell her one way or the other if she would be getting out of here. She was stressed, and tired, and by the time she made it back to her room, she was convinced she would be stuck there forever.

She could feel the anxiety picking up in the pit of her stomach, brewing there like a monster looking for it's great escape. She wanted to get out of the room. She was going crazy. She had to pass her physical therapy and get out of here.

She ripped the covers off of her bed and looked at the gown over her body. It was white with blue splotches over it, and she was wearing shorts underneath. The back drew together in two pieces and tied onto one another in small little bows, exposing a strip of skin down the middle of her back. She brushed her legs over the edge of her beds and wiggled her toes.

She jumped off the bed and landed her feet flat on the floor. She steadied her balance and noticed how she didn't need the walker. She didn't collapse underneath herself. She was stronger than they assumed. She paced around her room a little bit, and stood up straight, stretching her arms. She could feel her stitches sting a little bit, so she lessened how much pressure she put into her joints as she stretched.

She walked over towards the window and looked out it. It was the first time she could get a good view of the entire area. She put her hand up to it and felt the coldness of the glass beneath her fingertips. She wanted to be out there with all the people walking along the sidewalks, skating down on their skateboards, and living their lives freely. She didn't want to be trapped in here.

She turned back to face the door. She was still connected to her IVs, but nothing was stopping her from walking out of the room. She hadn't been hooked back up to everything since her PT session, and she wasn't on a catheter anymore. She could just use the excuse of using the bathroom.

She grabbed ahold of the metal bar that held all of her fluid bags and IV lines and trailed it along with her across the room. It was loud and clutter-y, and it took up a lot of space. It clunked and clattered as she moved and the sound of the wheels against the floor was grating. She would be caught out immediately, but at least she would make it out of her room. She grabbed out for the door handle, and it was cold between her other hand.

She swung it down and lugged open the door. She began to walk her walk out of the room, pretty much un-noticed. She was just here a couple hours ago, so the hallways were familiar to her. They screamed of desperation and release, and beckoned for somebody to give them a make over. Bleak and white. The lights shining down didn't make them look any better as afternoon started to wash over the building.

She rolled her way out of the hallway and down a main section of the building where a nurses desk was. The nurse raised her head towards Alex and looked around before speaking out. "Are you looking for someone, hun?"

Alex paused. "Um, the bathroom, actually." She lied. The nurses face lit up as she stood up. "Here. Let me help you." She walked over towards Alex and faced her towards the left. "All the way down there, the first door on the right."

Alex nodded towards her as she internalized this information. She was just glad to be anywhere else but that box she was trapped in the last week. She walked down the new hallway she was met with and found herself at the door the nurse had mentioned. She opened it and walked in, locking it behind her. She walked up to the mirror and looked at herself in it.

She looked tired, and her bruises were turning this yellowish-brown color that indicated healing. Despite this, her skin was pale and washed out, and she looked... tired. There were no words for how traumatized she looked at the moment. She let out a sigh and turned on the water, splashing a bit on her face. She pulled some paper towel away and wiped her face dry before tossing it away.

She opened the door to the bathroom again and made her way back to the nurses desk. From there, she found her original hallway, and eventually, her room. It wasn't the greatest randevu she had ever had but at least she got some air. As she looked through her tiny window on her door, she could see Oliver sitting at the chairs in her room. He was waiting for her.

She twisted the doorknob down to open it and she saw his head shoot over. "You're walking! I'm assuming PT went well?"

Alex pushed her IV bar back into the room before she shut the door behind her. "Yeah, I had to get out of here. I was going crazy." Oliver re-adjusted how he was sitting in his chair "Well, if you're walking, I can only guess that they'll approve you for a transfer. We have everything we need in J-Block so it's not hard to get you everything you need."

Alex nodded, excited at the idea. She could feel her heart pick up at the very idea of getting out of here. Finally. She felt like she was getting sores on her ass, that's how long she had been sitting here doing nothing. "Thank god. I'm not kidding. I'm going insane here. There's nothing to do all day. The TV replays the same five shows over and over again, and they're always re-runs. Nothing new. The food here is so bland, my taste buds could just pack it up and move on out at this point. And don't even get me started on the fucking piano out there."

Oliver seemed to be reeling by her rant. "Well, that's very brutally honest." Alex sat down in her bed, repositioning the covers over herself. "When have you known me to not be?" she had a spark in her eyes that could ignite the room around her.

"Never." He laughed out in reply. "You've never hidden your opinions. I just think maybe you don't like hospitals. I don't think it has to do with this room, or any other room you could be placed in. You don't like feeling trapped."

Alex nodded. This was very true. "I don't like being out of control." she eventually admitted to the man. She could trust him with her deepest darkest feelings, and she knew he would never judge her. She stared at his lips, and imagined all the ways she could kiss him. She would have to wait until she got better. Now was not the time to be thinking about that, she told herself.

She focused on the way he was wearing another suit, meaning he likely had a meeting today. "Well, you're trying to get better. That's what you should be focusing on, alright?" He spoke out, giving her a familiar glace as he did so. As if a light bulb went off, she had finally placed what the look he was giving her was. It was endearment.

Alex's lips curled. "I will. I just want to get out of here. I want to be back home"

Home, she thought to herself. This hotel had slowly become her home over the three months that she had been here. She couldn't imagine herself living anywhere else. She had a perfect suite that was decked out in a shade of pink that she couldn't place, because she wasn't an artist. It was rose pink. Very light, with pinks of tan or cream spilling through. She loved her room. Her home.

Oliver put a hand on the side of her bed. "I know that. We'll get things sorted out eventually." He left it there and stared deeply into her eyes. She could feel the way the pit of her stomach twisted in a fiery passion as she did so. He was so gorgeous. She snaked her hand over towards his and placed it on top. "You've been so busy. Are you going to Benji's play?" she asked out, seeking confirmation.

The man nodded back towards yes. "Yes, to both of those. I've been very busy. Lots of meetings and paperwork after what happened. I've been dealing with your contract, too. Trying to get things sorted out. I figured you should probably know about that. And... yes. Avery told me about the play. I've filled out a slot in my schedule for it. Don't think I'd go missing it."

She turned to respond to him, but she was cut off by the door swinging open. She coiled her hand back to her chest in an anxious fashion and eyed Oliver up, as if she were apologizing for her haste-y reaction. "Ms. Gray! I'm sorry to interrupt, but if I could just have a word with Mr. Haven, that would be splendid."

It was the same doctor from before, during PT. Oliver turned around to face the man, and then looked back towards Alex. She gave him an approving gesture reminiscent of a bow, and eyed up the doctor. Was she being sent home? Why couldn't he just say it in front of her? Was this a doctor to nurse kind of talk? What was happening?

She watched as Oliver and the doctor made their way out of the door and waited for the door to close before talking. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and she had never learned how to read lips. It was all gibberish to her. She let a sigh escape her lips and pulled out her phone again, looking at the story she never posted. She captioned it 'Getting Better Slowly' and hit sent on it.

She closed Instagram and swiped over to Twitter. She wanted to see what everyone was saying. She had deprived herself for so long against people's opinions, so she had no clue what they could be saying about her. When she opened it up, she was met with hundreds of thousands of comments.

This was outrageous. She never could've imagined this. She was a little E-Lister, she was a nobody, a might-have-been-one-day-but-never-was. She wasn't a REAL celebrity, and yet when she scrolled through her mentions, she saw all the regular pop news update accounts speaking about her. For the first time, ever, and it was about this. Her injuries, and not her music.

Everette really had stolen a lot from her. She wanted to celebrate this album, and this single's release had swiftly been slid out from underneath Alex's feet without her suspecting it. It wasn't fair, and she wanted to make up for it somehow. She had to make her next release just as epic...just as amazing as she had planned for the original.

She watched as Oliver made his way back into the room without the doctor. He had walked away while Alex was lost in thought. "So?" she asked out to the suited man.

"They're going to transfer you tonight."

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

~CLOSED~

Today is my birthday - therefore, what better day to do a giveaway for some more presents?

This round we have a bit of a smorgasbord from both sides of the pond (with some of my favourite productions, of course) including: 

- Jellicle Tribe Member badge (London Revival)

- Collectible pinback button (Original Broadway)

-UK VHS release of the 1998 film 

-OLC Cast Recording

-A Winter Garden Playbill (Original Broadway, September 1993)

-US Tour 5 Souvenir Brochure 

-Broadway Revival Souvenir Brochure (with Mamie Paris)

-OBC Souvenir Brochure (Published 1983)

(There will also be a little surprise item included!)

RULES (Please read these carefully and follow them):

1. Entries will open today (January 20th) and will close JANUARY 27TH - in one week. You can enter at any time between now and then, but anything after than date will not be counted.

2. ONE entry per person - when you reblog THIS post, you will be assigned a random number, and the receiver will be picked by a random generator. Likes do not count as entries. Multiple reblogs will not give you a higher chance - we want to make it fair for everyone. Entry doesn’t guarantee receiving, please play fair!

3. Shipping within North America will be easier for me, but I am willing to open this up to individuals overseas. HOWEVER, if you are picked and you are overseas, I would very much appreciate you going in half on any shipping/postage charges if they are ridiculous (and sometimes they are). Any import fees will most likely settle on the receiver, so please keep that in mind.

4. Obviously, you must be alright with providing me with shipping information - rest assured you will be providing me this information in confidence and I will not share it with anyone. If you are not comfortable sharing this information, that’s completely alright, but please do not enter as I won’t be able to send it to you.

A winner will be selected on A January 28th and will receive a message indicating that they’re getting a present. I will try to get it shipped out to you sometime in that same week (hopefully), and give an update once that happens.

I will do my absolute best to ensure the items arrive to the winner, but once it’s handed over to the post office, it’s unfortunately out of my hands.

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OHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDD akxksnzkelskfk when I made this blog it was only to reblog stuff I didn’t think this many people would follow me this is cool thank u :)

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I’m prouder of this than I should be.

Also open to tips on now to make a photo quilt. For totally unrelated purposes. Definitely not so I can cuddle with my playbills. 

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

I have a couple of souvenir brochures (1 Shiki and 1 London) and playbills/showbills (1 Broadway and 1 London, as well as a London pamphlet) that I don't feel are enough to gather as a giveaway - if you'd like one of them, DM me.

[hereliesbeetlejuice]

Hi! I found out about closing from your post and at first thought that was some old news but then I realised and cried for like 15 minutes 🫠 I’ve been in this fandom for 3 years and i have a Russian blog about Beetlejuice (there’s actually quite a lot of fans of this musical in Russia 🙃) and I know I probably would never have a chance to see Beetlejuice live but it became such an important part of my life so it’s just heartbreaking to see these news. At this point I just don’t understand why this happened and can fans do anything about it😔 I’m also wondering what will happen with fan art mural. My art got there and it made me extremely happy cause at least some part of my love for this show will be there on broadway but now I think they will take it all down and it makes me even more sad :( Thanks for listening (I really like your blog btw🤗)

i am,,, so sorry you had to learn it from me 😭 it literally did not occur to me in the moment other people have lives and might not have heard yet.

i had no idea it has such a big Russian fanbase!! that makes me so happy!!!! there are few things i love more than hearing about this show’s reach both on a widespread level and an individual level. i feel awful you won’t get to see the show on broadway but i’m just so glad it found you at all and affected your life the way it did 💜

i’ll miss the fanart wall and really feel for everyone whose art won’t get to live there anymore, but i’m also so happy for you that you were able to have a small piece of you at the theater even for a limited time.

obviously i’m incredibly sad this show’s run is coming to an end, but i’m also fully aware how lucky i am to have gotten the experiences with this show i have and just focusing on staying grateful. my heart really goes out to the fans without the ability to see it before closing. at the very least i get to remind people in the U.S. about the national tour (and people in the UK about the rumored West End transfer) but for other fans like you i hate not being able to do anything so i’m playing around with a few small ideas for making the show as accessible as is within my power:

my friend runs a playbill exchange program where people can donate unwanted/extra playbills or get playbills they want for FREE (just pay shipping). there are tons of different beetlejuice playbills currently in stock, you can find them on twitter at @ programXchange

i also have so many extra playbills from all different stages of the show from the last four years, i’m thinking of running a giveaway soon closer to the show’s final performance

i’m currently working on sifting through my collection of bootlegs and audios to find the ones i’m able to share publicly or trade (according to the boot owner’s wishes) to compile them all into one google doc that every fan will be free to access

i’m also working on creating a shareable resource that i’ll be constantly updating with any and all ticket discounts, deals, and lotteries for people who can’t afford a full price ticket

if anyone has more ideas or would like to contribute to any of these feel free to reach out!

i sincerely and genuinely really hope you get to visit the show someday, in any capacity. everyone deserves to 🖤