The soaked performers crossed the now soggy 26
th
floor carpet, clutching their
take out coffee as assistants herded them into rooms labeled “Spiderman,” “Cabbage
Patch,” and “Muppet Babies.” Candy Kane met us in our designated room, making sure
we each tried on our bear several times, that we checked for any missing body parts, and
that we were able to perform all our dance moves in the suits. I was beginning to get
nervous. For me, the top three Rules of Show Business were 1: Learn your lines, 2:
Check your props, and 3: Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse. Well, there were no lines in this
show, we wouldn’t be given our props until 30 seconds before NBC started filming, and
nothing yet, in my opinion, had even approximated a “rehearsal.” I rehearsed myself as
best I could. I sat in a chair and practiced swaying back and forth on the “moon” I had
yet to see and to music I could only imagine. I even practiced tossing imaginary hearts
into the air, trying the right arm and then the left, in anticipation of my camera close-up.
Despite the early hour and lack of preparation, though, I found myself getting
pretty excited about the whole thing. I think what impressed me the most was when I
pulled Bedtime Bear out of the box, smelled the fur and realized that the suit had been
dry cleaned for the first time ever.
This day was going to be big.
Armed with our newly fluffed suits and official Macy’s Parade turkey badges, we
boarded a shuttle bus, where Candy Kane proceeded to stand on her toes and give the
final speech to the Bears.
“This is the last time I’ll be alone with you bears until the parade’s over, so I want
you all to listen up, dammit! Today, you will be seen by millions and millions of people,
both on the streets of New York, and on national television.” Her pointed hair began to