"...that's some Final Destination shit right there"
Said in reference to one of four 12ft x 6ft mirrors deciding to detach itself from the wall of the green room and shatter 45 minutes before our show tonight. One of our castmates Gina had a piece of glass ricochet off of a table and she was sent to the hospital, my amazing friend Amanda stepped up and took over her two roles almost completely off-book, and I spent about twenty minutes picking shards out of wigs and taking over help with quick-changes backstage. It was a miracle that no one got hurt badly (Gina ended up only needing 11 stitches in her leg, the doc saying it just missed bone and artery). All dramatics aside, the weight and size of that thing would absolutely have killed someone if they had been standing directly in front of it. Gina was about 15 feet from the thing and Scott had stepped to the side seconds before it fell. I was next to it but a decent distance from the impact. We don't know the cause, but the other three are coming down tomorrow before our call.
So uh. That happened.
O_o;
So uh. That happened.
O_o;