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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Not me, but my employers...I was working the same show in Oxford that night:
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/west_midlands/3153606.stm
"Sing-A-Long-A-Sound of Music" is (for those who have managed to avoid it) an event often attended by audiences (a)family-sized (b)drunk and (c)in fancy dress.
Each is given a goodie bag featuring an array of paper hats, poppers and other "themed" paraphenalia for use during the show. Prizes are awarded for the best fancy-dress [you haven't worked the show properly until you've seen two men dressed as the hills themselves], you get the general idea...
On this particular night, the crowd-leaders asked all the nuns to come up on stage [the theatre can hold over a 1000, 2/3s of them were drunken nuns...]. On being blocked by the ever helpful staff, or realising the stage was full, they instead swarmed onto the CLEARLY MARKED orchestra pit (covered by the equivalent of of a piece of plywood painted black) which collapsed...
Was the only time the police involved ever saw nazis helping elderly nuns to their feet...
(, Wed 7 Dec 2005, 15:29, Reply)
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