I was conducting a performance out-of-town. We were in the second month of our run and the musicians were settled in comfortably. Near the end of Act Two, the leading lady had a very dramatic and important plot-advancing song that began with a very short introductory oboe solo in the pit. I cued the orchestra that a song was imminent and made eye contact with the oboist. Poised and ready, I gave the downbeat.
And nothing happened. In one of those freak occurrences, the oboist's reed simply gave out. One half of the orchestra, in sync with me, came in on cue. The other half, thrown by the
unexpected silence, didn't know what was going on and started playing willy-nilly. At which point the leading lady, unable to make heads or tails of her orchestral accompaniment, just plunged in and started singing her tour-de-force while throwing me quizzical looks. It was such chaos I thought I might have to stop everything and start the number all over again. In the meantime, I'm counting out measure numbers to the orchestra in a stage whisper the audience probably heard in the balcony. Finally, within a few measures, everyone came together and we were able to proceed smoothly. It was only a few seconds but my life passed before my eyes.
Updated On: 8/31/04 at 08:42 PM