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Ok, so I'm so completely busy with rehearsals I have no time for the blog right now. Let me announce when my plays are now, though.

Macbeth
Aug. 25,26,27 ; Sep. 1-3, 8-10, 15-17
House opens at 7:30, show starts at 8:00
Admission is $7.00 for students with ID card, $9.00 for everbody else
The 25th of August is a preview night, and its cheaper. I think its $5.00.

It's an outdoor theater with stone steps for seating so feel free to bring a blanket or a pillow to sit on. Its kind of hidden, so here's how to get there:

1300 East Center Street
Provo, Utah 84606

From I-15, take exit (Center Street) east toward the mountains. Follow Center street until it passes 900 East. (As if you were going to 7 Peaks Water Park). Just past 900 East the road will bend to the left. Instead of following the bend, turn right onto the Utah State Hospital Campus (please observe posted speed limits). When you come to a round about (round planter box), turn left and follow this parking lot around to the left. You can park in this parking lot, please do not drive up the hill to park. The Castle Amphitheater is up the hill from this lot, follow the road up the hill on foot.

More information can be found at www.arte-ut.org

You can also come see me in:

Hamlet
Sep. 21-24 @ 7:30, with a matinee on Saturday (I don't know what time for sure) tickets are $9.00 for students, and 11 or 12 for everybody else I think. kids are cheaper and its a children's theater production so feel free to bring them!

Performances will be in the Nelke Theater, in the HFAC on BYU campus. There should be signs up around campus soon.

Well, there you have it. Come and see some Shakespeare, it will be good for you.

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