Rehearsals are a wonderful thing, and Tech Week is a necessary evil.
The play is called "The Patient," and it's the only one-act Agatha Christie ever wrote. In it, the victim has survived the attempt on her life, but can neither move nor speak. Or so the members of her loving family think.
It is very strange to be playing a paralyzed person, who gets wheeled onstage on a gurney. My major responsibilities are to stay still, squeeze the little rubber bulb in a subtle sort of way (the sound comes from the booth, so I don't have to worry about that) and deliver my three lines when I'm supposed to.
However, tonight, under the blazing lights, with people yelling horrible things back and forth across my motionless body, I fell asleep.
I know I've been burning the candle at both ends lately, but this really takes the cake!
That is the best one yet, Ronni. How on earth will you stop it from happening on stage?
ReplyDeleteYou remind me of my Mother. She used to work herself to a stand-still doing housework. Saturday night we would get movies for a treat, when, low and behold, ten minutes into the movie, she was asleep. We never had the heart to wake her. Poor soul!