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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A few years ago..
Back when I wanted to be an actress, mummy and daddy would send me on theatre courses during my summer holidays. I enjoyed them greatly until I was fifteen, when, on our performance day, I had to run onto stage at one point. It may not sound that bad, but I fell over on the really painful bottom of my spine/lower back type area. I swear I heard the verterbrae crunch. Anyway, I got up and, in excruciating pain, continued with the performance. I winced my way to the end and when my parents met me at the stage door I swore black and white that I'd 'meant to' fall over. I spent the next few days flat on my back in bed, claiming I had a cold.
Needless to say, I am now applying to Cambridge and not to RADA. This summer, my parents are sending me on an Ancient Greek course. Ho hum.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 21:59, Reply)
Back when I wanted to be an actress, mummy and daddy would send me on theatre courses during my summer holidays. I enjoyed them greatly until I was fifteen, when, on our performance day, I had to run onto stage at one point. It may not sound that bad, but I fell over on the really painful bottom of my spine/lower back type area. I swear I heard the verterbrae crunch. Anyway, I got up and, in excruciating pain, continued with the performance. I winced my way to the end and when my parents met me at the stage door I swore black and white that I'd 'meant to' fall over. I spent the next few days flat on my back in bed, claiming I had a cold.
Needless to say, I am now applying to Cambridge and not to RADA. This summer, my parents are sending me on an Ancient Greek course. Ho hum.
( , Fri 2 Dec 2005, 21:59, Reply)
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