5 word challenge – Backstage – 7/31/07

Nervous? Me? Nope. Maybe the first time, but not now. Besides, I’m 3 drinks into a long drinking evening. Those of us who aren’t in the first scene chat idly about whose costume is getting too small and who’s sleeping with whom this week. Back here, in the dressing room, it’s no-holds-barred. Nothing is taboo and besides, no one back here has even one ounce of couth.

We’re all whipped. Putting in a full day in the sun and having practically no rest will do that to you. It doesn’t matter though, we’re fueled on goldfish crackers and liquor. A duel between cast members has broken out with the props but no one bothers to even attempt to stop it. Everyone has been in this show long enough to know when it’s time to get out on stage. Speaking of which, it’s my time.

We try to be quiet as we step up into our “jail” cell. Almost every time someone trips and almost busts her ass since there’s no light back here. Tonight we all make it safely into the cell and we strike a sexy pose as we wait for our music to cue up. In case you’re interested, we’re performing “Cell Block Tango”. It isn’t exact but the costumes are similar as are many of the dance steps.



Occasionally, someone in the booth gets a little crazy with the Cheese Whiz. No wait, gets crazy with the smoke machine. Tonight is one of those nights. Not just clouds of smoke, but literal pillows of smoke burp out of that antiquated monster. We’re trying not to cough up a storm; we are on stage after all, but good gravy! What the hell can the audience see through this cloud?!?! Only bonus points are that I’m not first out of the cell so it will have cleared by the time it’s my turn.

Pop, six, squish, uh uh, Cisero, Lipschitz! I’m squish. He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times. So what if I’m screwing the milkman! My partner in this dance is also my good friend. 9 times out of 10 that we do this show, we end up laughing so hard that we’re shaking. I’ve got to keep my composure! Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last drink. The fabric unrolls (this makes more sense if you watch the video), I wrap a leg around, and call me drunk, or call the floor slippery, but I just damn near busted my ass in front of 300 guests. Luckily, I recovered quickly, but what starts immediately after my recovery? Fits of giggles. Not just me and my partner, but everyone else who was on stage. Now, do I think the audience noticed it? Nope. They don’t know what they’re looking for. They love it. They tell me after shows that I should consider a career on stage because I always look so happy and like I’m having so much fun. That’s ALCOHOL people! Unfortunately, my stage career never took off and now I’m a paper-pusher with a considerably healthier liver.

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