… And all through the house…
Not a creature was stirring…
Except ME!
It’s WoopsieDaisey Wednesday, and what do I have for you today? My most embarrassing moment!
Now, it’s really, truly hard to embarrass me. Mainly because I am doing embarrassing things all day long and if I stopped and took the time to be embarrassed about each and every one of those things, I’d never get through the day… so with that said, I’m going to have to take you back to a time when breathing the wrong way was embarrassing:
Age Fourteen.
What wasn’t embarrassing about fourteen? If you were late for class, if you had to go to the bathroom, if you got your period, if you sneezed too loud… all of it… everyday was just one embarrassing moment to the next. Heaven forbid you fart or something horrible like that. You might just have to change schools if something like that happened… maybe even move to another town.
I wish I was exaggerating.
So to make matters worse, it wasn’t until eighth grade that I actually joined the ‘cool kids’ group and at fourteen, I was doing anything and everything possible to STAY in the ‘cool kids’ group.
I mean, seventh grade was a nightmare. I was just the definition of uncool. It’s just so painfully true. And for some reason, magically, the cutest most cool kid in our grade took notice of me right before our eighth grade year started. I literally think this was one of those miracles you read about. He must have thought that I was a new kid to town or something because there is no way he would have talked to me if he had known who I was in seventh grade.
So when eighth grade started and everyone just thought I was so crazy cool for being the girlfriend of said VERY cool kid, KBlakes, I was willing to do anything to stay cool for as long as possible. And back then, being cool was blending in. Being cool was doing anything that the cool kids did. Based on the crazy ways kids are dressing these days, I am not sure if that is still the way things work in Jr. High, but it still worked that way for us. We did NOT want to stand out. There was no pink pants, or weird hair, or tight jeans. As a matter of fact, KBlakes and his best friend, Hendo, had the exact same haircut. Like exactly. And that was cool. There were no Mohawks or crazy colors. Oh no. That was not how us cool kids did things.
But anyway…
So at fourteen, I was actively trying to be cool everyday.
And it just so happened, by way of another magical miracle, that my passion of acting was the cool thing to do in eighth grade. Theatre goes through phases of being really cool and then the thing for dorks… luckily, my jr. high school and high school career rested on one of those theatre-is-cool waves.
So my boyfriend and his friend, Hendo, the two most sought after boys in our grade, were both in drama class with me. Sound good? It would be except for the fact that on the fateful night of our Christmas show performance, I would have preferred they were ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD else…
Now, it has to be said that by eighth grade, I had developed quite a resume for myself. Most kids in drama class were just starting to get their feet wet with the whole ‘acting’ thing… I, however, had been at it since I was eight years old.
I had performed at the Woodland Opera House, I had worked backstage… I knew people. I was kind of a big deal.
So when the cast list went up for our Christmas production of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas’, I was shocked and dumfounded that I had been cast as a Sugar Plum Fairy!
Really?
I mean really??
This was a HUGE hit to my ego. Not to mention the fact that a Sugar Plum Fairy was FAR from cool and my position as ‘cool kid’ had already been compromised. By the time the show went up, I had been cheated on by KBlakes (see the previous blog about my first kiss to learn more) and so I was already hanging onto my social status at school by a thread.
Opening Night.
If you’ve ever been in a show of any sort you know that there is a certain buzz surrounding any opening night. Everyone is excited, all the parents are there, generally the house is packed. It’s a big deal.
Now let me just take a minute to go back over one more quick detail just in case you all are not feeling bad enough for me having been cast as a Sugar Plum Fairy…
As the budget of nearly every public school is zero… especially for theatre… we had to come up with our own costumes.
The Sugar Plum Fairies- and this is clearly where God forgot to place a miracle- were dressed as follows:
Gray sweatpants
Gray sweatshirts
Tool ballerina skirt
And a wand which was made from a glittery, paper star glued to a stick. (And the Tony for best costumes goes to…)
So now I’m just shy of mortified from the moment the curtain goes up… and I wish I could say this is the end of that mortifying night. To any fourteen year old… I’ve already said too much. This would end most kids lives at that age.
But no…
The only magical thing about this night was that the Faries had very little to do. We came out, did a quick little, hideous dance and then we were supposed to go over to the giant Christmas tree and sit on the presents under the tree until the end of the show.
Well, during our little dance… my little glittery, paper star flew off the end of my ‘wand’ and smacked a man in the face who was sitting in the front row. I wanted to cry. I mean seriously… now what? My wand is broken, I’ve assaulted the audience… I was just done.
So then, we had to frolic over to our presents and take our spots and just wait for the misery to end.
As soon as I sat down on my present, I could feel that this giant box was not reinforced by a crate, which was the plan. But before I could even shift my weight from the box to move to the floor there was this incredibly loud popping noise…
Like it was a show stopping sound… Literally… the play stopped.
And I’m looking around thinking, what on earth could have made such a loud sound? Who would have made that loud sound during the show? How terrible…
And then I realized… wait a minute… I’m now fully INSIDE my present!
It was completely surreal. The only way I can really describe it is if you’ve ever seriously injured yourself… and you have this moment where it doesn’t feel real. You don’t feel the pain and you almost think that you’re seeing the situation from outside yourself…
That was this moment.
And then, all at once, I realized… Oh SHIT! I am the one who made the loud noise. I am the one who is now only visible to the audience by my feet and my hands. I am the reason EVERYONE in the ENTIRE place (onstage and off) is laughing… oh that’s not good.
So imagine me… I’ve fallen completely in the box and it’s a big box. Only my feet and my hands are coming out of the top of the box… and quite frankly… I’m stuck.
It was such a big, deep box, that I was literally wedged in there.
But because I was a professional actor already at that age, and despite the fact that I knew there was no one in Norther California who was not aware that I was now in a box, I was determined to stay in character. What character does a Sugar Plum Fairy really have? That’s hardly the point. I was bound and determined not to cry, or laugh, or run off the stage and leave the country… I was going to stay in character.
That is, if I could manage to get out of the box.
And yes, I did consider just staying inside it, but I knew- the considerate actor that I am- that although the show could go on without me… the audience would never stop staring at the Sugar Plum’s feet that were sticking out of the biggest present.
So what did I do?
I started rocking the present back and forth, attempting to tip it over.
This was not for attention! Oh no… attention was the last thing I wanted at that point. But what else could I do? I was quite impossibly stuck in there. I tried a few times to pull myself out, but that was clearly not going to happen. And no one was really stepping up to help me- probably staying in character as well- and so the only thing to do was to tip the box over and roll out.
And that is exactly what I did.
After what felt like hours of rocking the box back and forth, trying to get the dang thing to tip over, it finally gave way and out I rolled… still in character.
Now, splayed across the floor of the stage, watching everyone on stage literally shaking with suppressed laughter and hearing the audience roar… I could stay in character no longer.
I started laughing.
And I laughed until that damn show was over…
And it was afterwards that I realized, as Hendo and KBlakes came over to me to tease me, that it really was quite funny. I mean, if I were in the audience or onstage as someone else… I would have laughed. I would have laughed hard.
And that’s the point, right? If you can laugh at yourself… no one can ever laugh at you… they can only laugh with you.
And I have never really been embarrassed since that moment. (Knock on wood).