The VOS Oklahoma run is over.
It was nuts like no other nutty thing before it.
The show was a ton of fun to perform in – I would be Curly again in a second if given the right opportunity.
One of the things I’ve talked about was how cool it was to enter from the back of Vic Hall and come through the box-office doors, walk through the audience and then leap triumphantly onstage to meet my daughter (she was playing Laurey’s silent little sister, a new twist). I was only really triumphant once, and then in the dress rehearsal I tripped and fell, so I dialed it down to “climb” onstage.
The time spent standing outside that door to the hall was some of the craziest “thought-moments” I’ve ever had. Of course, on opening night (or was it dress rehearsal, again?) I forgot my hat, so I had to run back up and down a few flights of stairs to retrieve it. Another time I forgot my gun (a matinee, I forget?) but nobody noticed it for the crazy chaps (not pictured). Luckily the overture is ridiculously long, so running back to the backstage area, although it is a long way, can easily be done during this time – just don’t try to sing the opening number when you’re already out-of-breath and try to leap triumphantly onto the stage. You’ll probably trip and fall, like me.
By the way in the picture above, I am singing the word “fine”, not something else.
Before one matinee, a guy I know came up to the box office to buy tickets for the next show. He didn’t realize that I was all prepped and ready to bust through the door into a beautiful mornin’. In fact, he didn’t recognize me at all, I don’t think. The production assistant (I love calling her that – you know who you are) shoved him behind the box office door and it was hilarious watching him try to escape while the opening bars were seeping out of the concert hall.
Another time, just as the aforementioned production assistant was about to give me the opening note on my iPhone piano app (awesome!) a woman burst out the door in front of me chattering away on her cell phone. She didn’t even see the guy dressed up like a cowboy in a huge hat, red shirt and black-and-white cowhide chaps (yes, just like these). She proceeded to sit on the stairs all through the overture and blindly blathered into her phone. It must have been important, cause she never even blinked with the production assistant (same one, she’s busy) escorted her downstairs to the benches to talk in greater comfort.
Best advice I got for standing outside a door waiting to hit a note out of nowhere in complete silence?
“Smile, and you won’t sing it flat.”
more later – joel