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.
I once vomited onstage in a preview of Keith Reddin's Life During Wartime and the director asked me to keep it in.
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