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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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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The mark of Zorro, sort ofWhen I was really young, maybe 4, I discovered scissors (the proper ones, not those shite plastic kiddy scissors) and went on a 3-year rampage of cutting lots of little triangles in anything I could.
Mid-way through this 3-year rampage my school's nativity play came up and I was cast as one of the angels. About half an hour before the performance one of the other angels pissed me off by swapping our halos, for mine was gold and hers silver. The fit I threw did no good and our teacher/set designer/costume designer/director/piano player said to just wear the silver one. I was NOT happy, so I found a pair of scissors and cut lots of little triangles in every fucking costume apart from my own and Mary's. The performance went ahead, but was slightly bizarre for the audience considering the, er, holey material all the outfits were made from.
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Fictional Emma, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 21:45,
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