...not me, of course...
But a couple of the other girls were thrown and of course there were lights and missed sound cues.
*how do you go on when the next 20 lines of dialogue hinge on a phone call and the phone doesn't ring?*
The six women on stage look at the phone, then at each other, and are helpless. I left out a couple of things, too.
"Ah, well, that is what rehearsals are for," she said, waxing philosophic.
I'm about to go teach my class. Love those kiddos, I really do. They aren't kids, actually, and I have the sneaking suspicion that two or three of them are actually smarter than me.
I know one of them is, for sure.
I'll never tell who, of course.
Then a tech rehearsal + wigs. FYI, I look pretty horrid with short hair. Plus, it's really hard to shove all of my hair up into that little wig.
The price we pay.... rah rah, and all that.