I’ll do anything for theater. I once stripped naked for a scene from equus in front of a classroom of 12 people in acting school. I once banged my head against a bank of lockers to prep for a scene. I’ve slept in theaters during tech and paid people with my pocket change. I’ve learned to dance like a raver and ended up dancing like a damn fool. I’ve written, stage managed, acted, assisted, listened, bargained, basically gone through all of the stages of grief for theater, but I’ve never dyed my hair. New things. “Worst Year Ever” starts performances tomorrow. My hair is ready.