As the house lights dim, the orchestra strikes the first rythmic chords of the overture. The footlights brighten. A solemn stillness descends upon an expectant audience. The curtain draws slowly aside. After weeks of rehearsal, an eager cast is ready to bring a dream into reality as reality shapes dramatically into a dream.
From ideas scribbled on scratch pads, musical score sheets, envelopes, restaurant napkins, forms the final product of a man's concentrated imagination
Lost in the darkness of the theatre he paces nervously back and forward, secretly memorizing every action, speaking every line, singing every song, reliving every moment of his dream come true. This is his show. His work is done.
On stage, the casts gives out with an inspired performance. Their hearts uplifted by the faith, and trust, and encouragement given to them by this man. Their minds fleetingly recalling the weeks of hard relentless rehearsals, the colorful thrill of dress rehearsal, the nervous anticipation as cast call sounds for opening night.
Yes, this is it! This is CAMPUS THUNDER. And the man who gave it to you, who suffered its hardships, who laughed at its foibles. This man is Albert Dickason.
Choreographer and Tunesmiths, left to right: Steve Martin, Harry Ahlberg, Cele Rasmussen, Sime Neary
Lawrence "Fifi" Bluth, Phil Carruba, James Halsey, Jr., Frank Jawoisz, Marvin Kushnick, Vincent Maggio, Manuel Moshovos, Dick Piroh and Roger Saxon
