On the stage
Too 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.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
Too 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.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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When I was about seven,
I got the part of "Snowflake number 6" in my first school Winter Spectacular. This involved all of 30 seconds in the limelight, prancing across the stage in a tutu made of tissue paper (the budget didn't stretch to real costumes, obviously.)
I tripped while exiting stage-left, got my foot caught in a table that made up part of the set, and as I felt myself fall off the stage, I grabbed the closest thing to me: the curtain. Which then completely collapsed.
The table, the curtain and me fell in one big, messy heap, right on top of an old, wheelchair-bound audience member.
It was a long time before I went on stage again.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:15, Reply)
I got the part of "Snowflake number 6" in my first school Winter Spectacular. This involved all of 30 seconds in the limelight, prancing across the stage in a tutu made of tissue paper (the budget didn't stretch to real costumes, obviously.)
I tripped while exiting stage-left, got my foot caught in a table that made up part of the set, and as I felt myself fall off the stage, I grabbed the closest thing to me: the curtain. Which then completely collapsed.
The table, the curtain and me fell in one big, messy heap, right on top of an old, wheelchair-bound audience member.
It was a long time before I went on stage again.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 14:15, Reply)
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