The Waitress. Main Square Players. If I Could’ve Been was my big show-stopper. When I’m depressed I think it’s the soundtrack to my life. Woe. Be. I.
Maria (as in “How do you solve a problem like”). Highland Theatre Company. Probably the only wedding dress I’ll ever wear. Certainly the only nun’s habit.
Dolly Tate; understudy for Annie. Highland Theatre Company with guest director Gregg Ladd. I don’t remember a thing about the part, but I do remember one night the stagehands filled a prop satchel with bricks. The actor who was supposed to sweep it up jauntily off the floor about had a hernia.
June. The only time I ever missed a cue—I was outside flirting with a cute boy. The director came after me with fire shooting out of his ears. Ah, those were the days…. Main Square Players.
Baloo the Bear…in a bear suit, outside, in 90-degree weather, under stage lights, doing the Charleston. An experience not to be forgotten. Worked with “little Stevie Hollier” who was a brilliantly talented boy already doing professional work, like showing up in an Apple Jacks TV commercial. Main Square Theatre.
Chorus member. Fainted backstage—smelling salts really do work. Avoid at all costs. Oh, and Kotex pads soaked in kerosene and wired to big sticks make awesome if smelly torches. Main Square Players.
My most striking memory of this, aside from the smell of burning Kotex and choking fog machines, is (now Bloomington fave but then Cal Region fave) Mike Price hobbling in as the broken-hearted Scots grandpa in the funeral scene. Twenty-five years later, even my sister immediately remembered the scene. Mike needs a MySpace page or WordPress blog. He is too good.
Chorus. Can’t remember who directed this, but it was summer stock, I was 11, and the director was a really creepy guy. This was my first show. I wore a parrot-print dress made by my mother for the “Irresistible Paris Original” number.