Actor Life, Theatre

Story Time: Be Careful What You Ask a Costumer For

Directing for the first time comes with a lot of learning curves. One lesson I learned in a very vivid way when I directed my first play was that your words matter.

I was directing Qui Nguyen’s She Kills Monsters with a local community theatre group. There is a scene where one character, Miles, appears as a doppelgänger of themself– an evil, villainous corruption of the “real” character.

The first rehearsal was our read-through. My stage manager was reading all the stage directions aloud, which made the note that Miles appeared in this scene “dressed like Conan the Barbarian” stand out. If you’re unaware, Conan the Barbarian is generally presented wearing garments ranging in description from fur skirt to fur loincloth to fur… diaper… panty… thing.

We all had a good laugh over it, and I was quick to assure the actor that he wouldn’t actually have to wear a fur miniskirt; in fact, it would probably be easiest if he just stayed in his normal costume.

After the read-through, a few actors lingered to ask some questions about costume pieces they were planning to buy. (This is a theatre where costumes are generally the actor’s financial responsibility.) During this, the actor playing Miles approached me. For context, this was a 20-something guy who I had known from afar for a number of years, who had always seemed pretty quiet and even-keeled. The actor sidled up almost shyly, and said, “you know, I don’t mind wearing the Conan outfit.”

I laughed, but he doubled down, and I slowly realized he wasn’t joking.

“Oh, it definitely isn’t needed,” I said.

“But I totally will,” he said quickly, and there was something eager in his voice that made me weigh my next words carefully.

I said, “Do you… want to wear a fur loincloth for this scene?”

The actor positively lit up. I had truly been planning on keeping him in the same costume he’d worn for the rest of the show– but sure, I guess, why not? It was literally my very first day directing a play by myself, and I didn’t want to crush an actor’s hopes and dreams this early in the process.

I (and the cast as a whole) were fortunate enough to have a talented costumer in the cast. She’s a sweet older woman who is a staple– something of an icon, even– in our local theatre community. I showed her the Conan line and asked her to make a costume for the scene. We supplied her with a ratty fur coat that we thrifted that was on its last legs for the fur. This was a bit later in the process, so the number of things I had on my plate was stacking up fast.

I had told her, “something sort of… Barbarian-kilt-skirt-like. A loincloth or something.”

She said she understood, and, relieved to check another need off my massive to-do list, I almost forgot about the interaction.

A few days later, now officially into crunch time, I was working with a few actors while the rest were on a brief break. We were reviewing some physical action, and I was very focused on the task at hand when I heard a voice.

“What do you think of the Doppelgänger outfit?”

I turned and the sheer amount of flesh I was witnessing made me avert my eyes. I supplied the photos of Conan the Barbarian above, but nothing can prepare you for seeing someone you know in real life quite that exposed. Every inch of this man’s skin was out, aside for a strip around the waist and one perilously narrow flap of fabric in the front and back.

I am pretty sure I exclaimed “oh my god.”

Keeping my eyes pinned somewhere high above the head of the actor (who seemed absolutely delighted about his costume, by the way), I explained to the costumer (who also seemed equally delighted), “You know what, I am so sorry, this is exactly what I asked for… but I think it might be a little too much?”

Thankfully, I didn’t have to ask the costumer to change much. She added a few additional bits of fur, so that the effect was a bit closer to a skirt. The actor also ended up wearing a sort of cape, which provided a little bit of much-needed additional coverage.

The first time this costume was unveiled on stage during rehearsal, all of the other actors broke character, and the whole scene was done through valiant attempts to cover giggles.

The only actor who didn’t break character was the one playing Miles, of course.

Actor Life

Story Time: Watch Your Step

A couple years back, I played Miss Honey in a community theatre production of Matilda. I had an absolute blast, and I have super fond memories of that show.

That process did, however, supply me with one of my very favorite theatre horror stories, and I love to share it.

Towards the end of act one, Miss Honey sings the song “This Little Girl.” I was blocked to stand downstage right, right next to the proscenium, at the very front of the stage. It’s a big emotional beat in the story– Miss Honey approaches the Wormwood family to ask about getting Matilda into special classes at school, because Matilda is the most brilliant child she’s ever met. The family is not supportive: Mrs. Wormwood sings a whole song to make fun of Miss Honey and then unceremoniously throws her out of the house. Standing outside, Miss Honey debates going back inside to give Mrs. Wormwood “a piece of [her] mind,” but she is overcome with self-doubt and decides to leave instead, defeated. Just as she starts to walk away, though, she remembers that Matilda is a miracle, and deserves all the support she can get… and it seems like Miss Honey is going to be completely alone in figuring out how to support her. She is emboldened, but afraid; it’s a complex and very human moment in a high-energy, larger-than-life show.

My blocking was very simple. At one point, I would turn to walk away, but remember what a miracle Matilda is and slowly turn back to face front. The rest of the song would be delivered straight out to the audience– I found myself staring straight into a spotlight for this part. After the song, I was to leave down a small staircase at the front of the stage and exit through the aisle of the theatre. Blackout, end of scene.

This had been rehearsed without a hitch, but on open night, something was different.

When I arrived at the theater that day, I had noticed some of the kids in the cast painting the two staircases that lead into either aisle of the house. That was good, they’d really needed painted, they were so scuffed!

The issue is that those children very helpfully painted over the glow-in-the-dark tape that illuminated the edges of these black staircases.

No one noticed this until I did, at the end of my song. I sang “This Little Girl” looking into the spotlight, as I had been doing. I finished the song to excited opening-night applause, and the lights went to blackout. I stepped forward, as I had every night of tech week, and looked down to find the first step of the staircase.

I absolutely could not see it.

I blinked a few times. My vision was a little funny from looking into the spotlight earlier, and now I had been plunged into darkness. I couldn’t make out the glow tape at all, it was as if the stairs weren’t even there!

Well… I’d walked down them every night of tech week. Maybe muscle memory would be good enough. I took a step.

And… yeah. I fell off the stage.

I only fell about two feet. I wasn’t actually hurt, though my ego was magnificently bruised; I’d caught the very edge of the top step and tumbled down the rest. I heard the audience gasp, but I popped right back up and scampered up the aisle like I was supposed to, thoroughly embarrassed. The director was beside herself at the back of the house, I whispered a hurried “I’M FINE I’M FINE I’M FINE” as I passed and went to assess the damage before my next scene.

I scraped my shin on the way down, but this was the extent of my injuries. I’d ripped a hole in my tights, though, so I took that pair off, put a band-aid or two over my scrape, and threw on a new pair of tights before the next scene. The rest of the show went off without a hitch, and they made extra sure there was glow tape on the steps for the rest of the run. I’ve been a stickler about glow tape ever since.

Pro tip: Don’t step off the edge of the stage if you can’t see where you’re trying to step… it won’t go well, but at least you’ll have a good story to share.

Theatre

Story Time: One of my Favorite High School Theatre Memories

I wanted to try something a little lighter and sillier for a change– I thought it might be fun to start sharing some stories from past performances. I certainly have a wealth of them.

One of my favorites from high school is from my sophomore year. I was playing a character who wore a big, oversized robe, with long sleeves that dragged almost to the floor. The robe was heavy and made of thick, bulky fabric.

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The Thursday before our Friday opening night at our school was always our “preview night,” a a night with limited attendance, reserved for school faculty, production volunteers, and the actors and staff of our district’s middle school drama department. It was always an exciting night– the promise of getting to show off in front of our favorite teachers and next year’s freshmen was especially thrilling to our teenage sensibilities.

And this preview night was going great! I was feeling confident and in my element. The whole cast was having a blast.

In one scene, an actor came on stage holding a hat she had worn in the first scene. (The hat also had some fake hair extensions hidden in it– the character was supposed to “cut her hair” between scenes.) During the course of the scene, I would pass this actor a silver platter, and she would take both the hat and the platter offstage with her. This would leave my hands free to perform my big solo to close the scene.

On this night, I hand the actor the platter. After doing this, I’m blocked to turn to another actor, who was standing on my other side. I do so, and I feel an odd tugging on my sleeve. I pull my arm away, and I notice the actor I’m now talking to has a funny look on her face. But I am an *actor*, and I am in the zone, and I do not break character! My character admonishes both of the others, and they exit.

Then it’s time for my solo. It’s fabulous! The audience is hanging on my every word! The energy is magnificent. They’re laughing at all the right moments, and when I finish the song, I get wild laughter and applause. I turn to walk off the stage, and there is a cluster of faces visible in the wing, staring at me.

Funny.

I get backstage, and before I can ask what’s going on, the actor who had given me the funny look earlier grabbed my sleeve and lifted it up.

Attached to the bottom, swinging from pins covered in fake hair extensions, is the first actor’s hat, complete with locks of fake hair. When I had passed her the silver platter, the hat had become attached to my sleeve. She’d tried to grab it back, but didn’t want to ruin the flow of the scene (we were in high school, after all, and running on a heady combination of adrenaline, stage fright, and sugar), so she left it. The other actor, too, hadn’t known exactly how to approach the elephant in the room, and so they both left… and left me to sing my entire solo, wildly swinging around the hairy hat attached to my costume.

Well, the audience loved it. And the middle school show’s staff told me they used it as a teaching moment to illustrate the importance of staying in character even when you have a prop or costume mishap. Which… yes, I absolutely knew the hat was there the whole time, and uh… it was absolutely intentional on my part that I didn’t remove it, and it’s definitely a testament to my superior focus as an actor. Yes… for sure, go with that!