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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It's my first time- be gentleMy mom signed me up for an am dram pantomime when I was 12. One of the girls in the cast absolutely hated me for no apparent reason. The play was Toad of Toad Hall, I was a weasel, she was a rabbit, perhaps she was just a really good method actor. Anyway, on the last night we were all meant to line up and sing the closing song. As usual she barges in front of me but I don't retaliate, I kindly let her stand in front. As a weasel I'm holding a plastic tommy gun (go figure), I press said gun into her back as hard as I can, she's in the front row so she can't move, she just has to stand there smiling and singing with a plastic gun rammed into her back. Revenge was mine.
Also during the rehearsals to said play there's a scene in the courtroom where I'm in the jury. Me and another girl were always mucking around, we were at either end of the bench and kept nudging it back with our legs everytime the jury stood up. I'm quite competitive so during the last part where the jury stood up I shoved a bit too hard and then neglected to tell everyone who promptly sat down very hard on the floor. It's hard to protest your innocence when you're the only one left standing...
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