My Laptop Was Stolen

I'm totally heartsick. Last night was one of the best shows we ever did. The audience was ROARING. The applause was THUNDEROUS. Everything was going SO well. Got back into the dressing room and it looked untouched except for one little thing:

My laptop was gone. As was its case.

I had just finished editing a BEAUTIFUL video of an interview and dance session we had with Marge Champion and Donald Saddler. Took me days to get it just right. And it's gone.

I looked at Jim and said, "Did we have someone take the laptop out for security or something?"

He got this panic in his voice. "NO!"

Then he ran over to his part of the table. His wallet was there. The money was gone (not much), but his credit cards were still there. His jewelry was still there. (I always have my wallet in my pocket, even on stage).

We searched the room. They also left our video camera, but that was tucked away in my coat pocket out of the way. Clearly, the thief got in, saw the laptop, figured it was enough and then skedaddled away.

Then, of course, I had to go onstage for Act Two. After all, we had a houseful of people. I could barely get through it. My head was swimming. All I could think of was that this guy would hacking into my email, changing everything, etc.

After the show, I ran to the box office and logged into my email accounts and tried to get to every possible place where I use passwords. Nothing was touched. I changed them all and sighed a big relief. But still... This laptop was brand new. I had gotten it just for New York because my old one was four years old and falling apart and I knew I had a lot of work I needed and wanted to do here in New York.

Luckily, most of my stuff was backed onto a portable hard drive, but I've lose the most recent videos and photographs, including the one of Marge and Donald, which is irreplaceable.

I honestly don't know how I got through Act Two. I was in a daze the whole time.

So, if someone reading this buys an laptop on the black market, a Toshiba with links to this page, you're probably reading this entry now. Can I please have it back? Pretty please?