I just woke up from the Actor's Nightmare.
It was opening night, We were doing Godot, the Life of Thomas a Beckett and Jean-Batiste de Lasalle. I had all the lines, and only knew the second sentence of the first line: "His name was Thomas Bellingsworth Becket, but it should have been trouble." Br. Armand was in full cassock (Lasallians are a lay brotherhood) and dashing about backstage. I had just picked up a script in a vain attempt to memorize a few more lines when the production assistant hustled me out on stage, book in hand.
Here's the punchline:
We're between productions.
It was opening night, We were doing Godot, the Life of Thomas a Beckett and Jean-Batiste de Lasalle. I had all the lines, and only knew the second sentence of the first line: "His name was Thomas Bellingsworth Becket, but it should have been trouble." Br. Armand was in full cassock (Lasallians are a lay brotherhood) and dashing about backstage. I had just picked up a script in a vain attempt to memorize a few more lines when the production assistant hustled me out on stage, book in hand.
Here's the punchline:
We're between productions.