Oct 19, 2008 22:46
Last night I fell off the stage.
No, seriously. There's a part near the end of the show where the other women and I exit in a blackout while Katie is being lifted up on the swing. Lauren, who is right ahead of me in the line, gives the swing a push to get her going.
Well, last night the swing whacked right into me, and I fell off the stage.
Luckily it is a short drop. I got back onstage and exited before the lights came up. So the audience probably didn't realize quite what happened -- just heard a thud and some scrabbling. Anyway, I got backstage and burst into giggles, which lasted all through the next scene and barely subsided before curtain call.
I guess that's where the second-night curse comes in, seeing as the rest of the show went swimmingly.
injuries,
mishaps,
the love of the nightingale,
theatre