By Playbill Staff
01 Feb 2013
Getting attached to the set in Taboo and having to follow it off the stage when it rolled away…awful.
The list is endless. But opening night, somewhere in Florida, 1979, I was Cassie in A Chorus Line. During the Cassie dance, I caught my heel in my red skirt and wound up in a sit spin, center stage. Alone and reflected in all 5 mirrors.