Where to begin.....
I'm not cut out for the stage. Unfortunately it’s taken me far too long to accept this fact.
It all started with me tripping over my dress as Mary in the Sunday School nativity and pretty much went downhill from there. Various missed cues, hours stuck in the back of the choir section and wardrobe malfunctions later I graciously retired from the stage at the tender age of 11. The final nail in the coffin was dropping my baby during the very serious baby massacre in yet another nativity and finding the whole incident hilarious much to the disgust of my teacher.
However, at the age of 16 I was bitten once again by the acting bug and foolishly joined the local pantomime group. Big mistake they put me in a tutu and cast me as the fairy but I’m up for a laugh and took to this part like the proverbial duck to water. Rehearsals go surprisingly well and come opening night I’m brimming with confidence. My cue to enter stage left finally comes and I make my big entrance in front of a fairly young audience. I stand wand aloft and begin my opening speech. It’s then disaster strikes and I introduce myself as “Fairy Shit”. I don’t act anymore....
(NotSaying lurking is fun, Sat 20 Aug 2011, 21:24, Reply)