Spider! Run around the board three times, chop-chop!
Gypsy. Final dress. Baby June went down in Chinese splits too fast ...bruised her coxic (sp) bone. Rose during Roses Turn....mis-stepped on the runway and landed in the pit, broke her foot and did the performances on crutches. Me, Tulsa...broke a finger (big deal). To top it off, Our director Mr George Drew died the morning of opening night.
We acquired the Lansbury sets back in 1977.
Haunted show to say the least. But we were a smash.
Great news! Turns out the "breaks" in Brownlow's vertebrae were growth plates and his wrist is fine - it's the arm bone ABOVE the wrist, which will heal much faster. He's still got several scrapes and some pretty ugly bruises (and a glow-in-the-dark cast), but I went over to his house today and he's up and joking around like normal. I can't even tell you how relieved I am...!
Wow, sounds like we got off easy compared to some of these productions! I'm hoping Turn Of the Screw will go smoothly.
I'm so glad he's okay. I was sending him good thoughts.
When I was in Annie, one of the girls during Hard Knock Life accidently threw her scrubber thing into the orchestra pit...it hit someone...
And when I was in Peter Pan one of the Indians during Ugg-A-Wugg threw her stick into the pit as well.
Good times...
So last year, during the last scene of our last performance of Thoroughly Modern Millie, our idiot techies turned the turntable that the 300-pound wall was attached to the wrong way, so it ended up flying out with its cords twisted just as the fifty-member cast was coming out onstage for the finale. So there's this massive wall spinning out of control onstage and everyone is trying not to get decapitated, and our band director looked like he was about to have a heart attack. It was terrifying until we realized that nobody was going to die, and then it was hilarious. I think my favorite moment was when the band director, upon realizing that we were okay, gave this massive downbeat to start the finale. I've never seen anyone look that relieved in my life.
I don't think the general audience realized that we were all in danger of imminent death, but the kids that did were FREAKING OUT... hahahahahaha...
I was doing Man of la Mancha in 1982. The dungeon set had a giant rake from the back wall down to the audience's feet. A table for the Muleteers to sit at for "It's All the Same" had its upstage legs shortened to keep it more or less level.
We came out, banging our mugs on the table and chanting "Aldonza!" The staging called for us to brawl a bit then be interrupted by Aldonza's first sung line. One night we were brawling. Aldonza came in, opened her mouth and froze. She was white as a sheet, gaping downstage at something.
One of the Muleteers had caught a loose screw in the flooring and cut his face open. Blood was pouring down his face. One by one we all turned and stared at him. When he realized we were looking at him, he wiped a hand across his face. He looked at his bloody hand, grinned, licked the blood off and shouted at Aldonza, "Sing!"
And on the show went.
Goodness gracious. Hope they both are better!
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