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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Picture, if you will...The image of a short, stocky 3-year-old girl with unfeasably short hair, in a green nylon tutu.
On the end of the second row, gamely a-twirling and a-jumping around, as we tell the Christmas story via the medium of dance.
Except I didn't want to be at the back on the end of the row. I wanted to be in the middle, in the spotlight, visible to all my adoring fans.
So I took the only viable option; during a particularly energetic twirling number, I shoved the girl next to me off the stage, into the wings. And took her place, slightly closer in to the centre of the stage, to take my bow.
When reprimanded for this unseemly behaviour by my mother after the show, being shown the crying little girl surrounded by her family (all shooting me looks of pure hatred), I said "well, she deserved it. Silly little girl".
I uphold that sentiment, to this very day. Silly little twunt.
(, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 15:50, Reply)
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