tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post4886499699620269591..comments2013-06-17T02:13:07.210-04:00Comments on Two Well Read: The Oops Factor (Plus Prizes)Wendy Lane Baileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01178750796575419348noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post-25834751656151091762008-04-02T08:41:00.000-04:002008-04-02T08:41:00.000-04:00I've always wanted to tell this story. I was the ...I've always wanted to tell this story. I was the understudy in a production of Tintypes at Arena Stage. I was understudying both female singing roles (the soprano, and the alto.) We had worked through the first week of rehearsals, and I had learned all of the soprano's songs, and was learning the alto's numbers. Somewhere in the second week of rehearsal, the soprano was sick -- she lost her voice and could not sing a note. I fit into her size 5 costume; had some kind of run through in the afternoon; and went on stage. The first scene is a tableaux. Everyone is faced outward and I had a lovely umbrella I was holding. The scene changes, and everyone moves. What hadn't been rehearsed in the afternoon was that someone was kneeling in front of me with their leg right where my first step would be. So, yes, the first step I took out of the tableaux, I hit his leg, and went down. After that, I realized nothing could be worse, so I made it through at least two shows, and hit all of the high notes. <BR/><BR/>TerriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post-60912384018762329972008-03-21T10:04:00.000-04:002008-03-21T10:04:00.000-04:00From Rhonda in Minneapolis...I was really excited ...From Rhonda in Minneapolis...<BR/><BR/>I was really excited about this jazz gig because I<BR/>was going to play with an amazing bass player of<BR/>International acclaim. I made an interesting set list<BR/>and dressed my best. I had on a really cute brand<BR/>new black jumpsuit. <BR/><BR/>We were planning to do the soundcheck about an hour<BR/>before the show. Right before the soundcheck I went<BR/>to the powder room. Much to my shock and amazement,<BR/>the zipper on the jumpsuit (as in one piece)<BR/>completely broke. I thought "This can't be<BR/>happening". I could feel the color drain out of my<BR/>face and I almost went into a cold sweat. I went<BR/>upstairs and asked if anyone had any safety pins --but<BR/>without any luck. When I explained what happened-the waitperson said that there was a used clothing store down the block which was still open. I ran over there--tried on two things, bought the first thing that looked good and ran back to finish the sound check. The show went on!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post-75848530059400647692008-03-14T09:22:00.000-04:002008-03-14T09:22:00.000-04:00Several years ago, I was in an off-off-Bway musica...Several years ago, I was in an off-off-Bway musical at a theatre down in the Village. During the opening number, I noticed a man in the front row. Staring right at me (while I was singing), he opened up a newspaper. "Odd time to read," I thought. But no, he wasn't reading. He placed the unfolded newspaper across his lap. And then his hands disappeared beneath it. Ick!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post-41915618678664016172008-03-12T15:15:00.000-04:002008-03-12T15:15:00.000-04:00This is sort of funny, kinda sad, really. I was i...This is sort of funny, kinda sad, really. I was in a production of Fiddler once and we were right in the middle of "Tradition" when a whole row of people looked as though they were leaving and the curtain was lowered. The unfortunate bit was that there was a woman in the audience having a heart attack. The fortunate part was that, in the men's chorus, we had a pediatrician who went out in full Anatevka costume to help (Yes, there was a doctor in the house, or rather, in the village). The truly bizarre part was that in the women's chorus we had a woman with multiple personalities (not me, thank you very much) who was so traumatized by the incident that she did the rest of the show with the mentality of a seven year old (apparently there was enough of the show in her subconscious to continue). So it didn't really happen *to* me so much as *near* me.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09007411195791972245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463432109196464117.post-59805644075723274462008-03-12T13:59:00.000-04:002008-03-12T13:59:00.000-04:00My disaster story is not as a performer, per se, b...My disaster story is not as a performer, per se, but rather as a sound man. I was called in to mix for a band performing at a prom to be held at our state capitol rotunda. As is to be expected, the interior of our state capitol building is beautiful, elegant, lofty, and made entirely of hard, smooth surfaces.<BR/><BR/>I knew I was in trouble, but not quite how much, until the drummer, setting up his kit, hit the kick drum once. I think it took a full ten minutes for the echoes to die down.<BR/><BR/>But the punch line to this joke of a gig was when the singer came up to me and asked, "Did you bring a reverb box for my vocals?"<BR/><BR/>Yeah, right. Here, let me turn up the "Mud" knob. How does that sound?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com