When I was in 8th grade, we did this play called The Crane Wife in which I played The Crane Wife (my one and only title role... sigh), and I had to come onstage in the beginning wearing a "crane head" (made out of chickenwire and paper-maiche) and flapping my arms. Yeah... that was bad.
My first dance show freshman year (I go to a performing arts school)... well, my teacher was a little bit crazy... we did this dance to a Santana song, and it was kind of Spanishy and we were wearing red dresses, and it was called "The Red Dress." And in the end I had to come in wearing a shorty bathrobe, waltzing with a red dress on a hanger. (I found out this past year that the upper level kids were all saying things like, "Oh, look, she did her dry-cleaning!") Yep.
"Sawyer, you're going out a youngster, but you've got to come back a star!"