On the stageToo shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
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Who will buy my sweet red roses?Two blooms for a pen-ny....
That one line, repeated a few times was my one on-stage bit in our primary school production of 'Oliver!'. I was the rose selling girl, for the uninitiated or non-titlereaders.
Rehearsals, for 6 weeks, and I sang beautifully (no really, lovely voice before I started on the fags). First night I lost my voice, but gamely croaked out my lines to over 100 parents trying not to laugh.
One person actually burst out laughing, whilst taking the piss our of my forlorn 10 year old efforts. The leader of our local young Christian group, who came to us weekly to explain the joys of being nice to one another.
Needless to say I didn't put my full effort into the 'sign language' songs they made us sing after that. (I call it 'sign language' because I refuse to believe doing pumping arm motions like an olympic sprinter will convey to the aurally challenged that I mean 'athlete'. For that I have my sign saying 'Shit Band')
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Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 13:04,
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