Weird show last night at the ole Bruka Theatre.
Moments before I got out on stage, I hear a not too unfamiliar bumble grumble coming out of my belly region. I laugh it off, and hope for the best. As some of you may know, I have some very interesting digestive difficulties that creep up on me from time to time, mostly having to do with dairy products. Anywho... I get out on stage and the waves begin. You know, those slow creeping stomach cramps that come up as a warning that something bigger is on it's way? Well, the first few waves were manageable, then came the big one. The one that made me sweat and shake.
A little backstory on the role I'm playing. It's one of those roles where you spend a whole lot more time onstage than off. And when I am offstage, I'm mostly in some stage of undress, changing costumes and getting ready to get back on.
So the pain creeps up, right before I'm about to jump back onstage and sing a song. In the back of my head, I know there is no relief in sight, because once I'm finished singing, I've got the biggest, quickest quick change in the show, and I've got no time to spare.
I get out on stage, shaking and sweating and seizing up on the inside. As soon as I get off I grab all the pieces of my costume and rush downstairs to hit the head.
***Due to graphic explosions and splashing sounds, the rest of this scene has been omitted***
So, I'm sitting on the toilet, changing costumes as I complete my business, and I stagger up the stairs in half dress, and I pray that nothing else goes wrong.
Of course something else goes wrong! I attach my lavaliere mic to my next costume and the clip and the wind guard are nowhere to be found. So, I wrap the wire around the flute that's hanging around my neck and attempt to put on a beard. The elastic strap snaps on the beard, making it unwearable. I shake my head as I jump out on stage and start singing.
By and by, I'd have to say that the show was good despite this little detour. I thought I had it bad. Moments before the last scene, I see a fellow lead running down the stairs. I turn the corner to see what was the hurry. Just in time to watch him heave into a garbage pail at the bottom of the stairs. My night wasn't so bad, after all.
If you haven't, yet, come see "Reefer Madness: The Musical!" at Bruka theatre in Reno. Come see what the madness is all about. www.bruka.org
Moments before I got out on stage, I hear a not too unfamiliar bumble grumble coming out of my belly region. I laugh it off, and hope for the best. As some of you may know, I have some very interesting digestive difficulties that creep up on me from time to time, mostly having to do with dairy products. Anywho... I get out on stage and the waves begin. You know, those slow creeping stomach cramps that come up as a warning that something bigger is on it's way? Well, the first few waves were manageable, then came the big one. The one that made me sweat and shake.
A little backstory on the role I'm playing. It's one of those roles where you spend a whole lot more time onstage than off. And when I am offstage, I'm mostly in some stage of undress, changing costumes and getting ready to get back on.
So the pain creeps up, right before I'm about to jump back onstage and sing a song. In the back of my head, I know there is no relief in sight, because once I'm finished singing, I've got the biggest, quickest quick change in the show, and I've got no time to spare.
I get out on stage, shaking and sweating and seizing up on the inside. As soon as I get off I grab all the pieces of my costume and rush downstairs to hit the head.
***Due to graphic explosions and splashing sounds, the rest of this scene has been omitted***
So, I'm sitting on the toilet, changing costumes as I complete my business, and I stagger up the stairs in half dress, and I pray that nothing else goes wrong.
Of course something else goes wrong! I attach my lavaliere mic to my next costume and the clip and the wind guard are nowhere to be found. So, I wrap the wire around the flute that's hanging around my neck and attempt to put on a beard. The elastic strap snaps on the beard, making it unwearable. I shake my head as I jump out on stage and start singing.
By and by, I'd have to say that the show was good despite this little detour. I thought I had it bad. Moments before the last scene, I see a fellow lead running down the stairs. I turn the corner to see what was the hurry. Just in time to watch him heave into a garbage pail at the bottom of the stairs. My night wasn't so bad, after all.
If you haven't, yet, come see "Reefer Madness: The Musical!" at Bruka theatre in Reno. Come see what the madness is all about. www.bruka.org
2 comments:
Mike,
ROFL, that was too funny. I've had moments just like that. Every pain you described is totally accurate. I too have the same love/hate relationship with dairy (bitch cows! make better cream!)
Mike,
First off, you did amazing.
2nd, I also can recall many....nervous situations such as that with my short but longing acting career. These moments will definetly not be forgotten.
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