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.
Tell us your stories of life on the stage.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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My father the hero...As if holidaying at Butlins wasn't bad enough, I remember my younger brother and I dragging our parents to the on-site "cabaret" bar for an evening's entertainment.
We were sitting quite close to the stage when one of the redcoats appeared to recruit schmucks for a Tarzan competition... As it was explained, this would involve various humiliating activities including the jungle call, a belly roll, scrambling under a net and wrestling imaginary tigers before rescuing the beautiful Jane (for the record, she must've been about 18 stone with peroxide hair and missing teeth) from a fate worse than death (weightwatchers, probably).
This could also come under the shame topic, as my brother and I proceeded to heckle the redcoat and loudly volunteer our petrified father - who is a painfully shy man - for this sordid task in the name of a cheap laugh. Even my mother looked worried as the redcoat practically dragged my dad off his chair away from his precious pint and onto the stage where I'm sure he endured the longest and most agonising 5 minutes of his life... Still, earned him a cheer at the end!
(Dad, I'm so, so sorry...)
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