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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Bloody nativities
How could I have forgotton about this one..
age 5, reception class nativity play. I was the Angel Gabriel. I got to carry the star and everything.
Unfortunately about 10 seconds before my entrance my nose started bleeding pretty badly, down my face, down my dress (actually a white cotton pillowcase) - giving the whole ensable a bit of a "Carrie" feel.
Not wanting to miss my chance at fame (I was carrying the Star, this was almost as good as being Mary) I stepped out in front of the assembled parents & teachers bawling my eyes out now with tears mixing with the blood - until "Miss" dragged me off stage and into the toilets to clean me up.
( , Tue 6 Dec 2005, 13:44, Reply)
How could I have forgotton about this one..
age 5, reception class nativity play. I was the Angel Gabriel. I got to carry the star and everything.
Unfortunately about 10 seconds before my entrance my nose started bleeding pretty badly, down my face, down my dress (actually a white cotton pillowcase) - giving the whole ensable a bit of a "Carrie" feel.
Not wanting to miss my chance at fame (I was carrying the Star, this was almost as good as being Mary) I stepped out in front of the assembled parents & teachers bawling my eyes out now with tears mixing with the blood - until "Miss" dragged me off stage and into the toilets to clean me up.
( , Tue 6 Dec 2005, 13:44, Reply)
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