#26
Posted: 4/21/06 at 5:54pm
The Charlottetown Festival decided one winter to do "Mother Goose" an english pantomime at Christmas and as my father worked on the show, I was coerced into playing "Gus, the Goose That Lays Golden Eggs." My world musical comedy debut in an equity production. Age 13. I was inside a huge solid fiberglass goose cosume - more of a float actually - with just my legs (in orange and red striped tights and goose flippers) sticking out. From inside the goose, I could pull levers to drop golden eggs and bat the goose's eyelashes - why the HELL didn't they do it with muppets like Avenue Q? Oh right, this was before the muppets.
ANYWAY, the costume had a limited line of vision and on my first entrance, with that whole chorus singing "Here's Gus! Here's Gus!" I waddled out and tripped over a prop bucket of birdseed one of the cast had left on stage. I fell down and rolled over on my back with my legs dangling pathetically in the air like a turtle on its back as the audience, cast and orchestra laughed their guts out.
My mother, who was being paid to turn the pages of the score for the keyboards guy in the pit tried to see what was happening and accidentally stepped on one of the footpedals of the organ. All I could hear as I lay there in mortification was a low, rumbling base note and the whispered voice of the keyboard player saying "Madam, get your foot off my organ, get your foot off my organ!!!!"
After the show, the director asked me if I could do that every night of the run. I guess it got huge laughs.
I've never been the same since.
ANYWAY, the costume had a limited line of vision and on my first entrance, with that whole chorus singing "Here's Gus! Here's Gus!" I waddled out and tripped over a prop bucket of birdseed one of the cast had left on stage. I fell down and rolled over on my back with my legs dangling pathetically in the air like a turtle on its back as the audience, cast and orchestra laughed their guts out.
My mother, who was being paid to turn the pages of the score for the keyboards guy in the pit tried to see what was happening and accidentally stepped on one of the footpedals of the organ. All I could hear as I lay there in mortification was a low, rumbling base note and the whispered voice of the keyboard player saying "Madam, get your foot off my organ, get your foot off my organ!!!!"
After the show, the director asked me if I could do that every night of the run. I guess it got huge laughs.
I've never been the same since.
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