Well the Broadway musical stage has not found a new star in me. Today was the first performance of the Gypsy of the Year Competition. I am doing well for a little while. Then I missed a line, I try to jump back and retrieve it but it is set to music and that train leaves the station without me. I think I am in the right spot for my next musical line, but I realize I am early. I vamp for a minute and start listening to the music to try and catch up and completely went up on the next line. I have always prided myself on an ability to pull most any situation out of the fire, but I went totally blank. I dipped into the well and it was dry as the Mojave. It was one of my dyslexic moments where my brain has no clue what my mouth needs to say. Bob (my wooden co-star) finally says, “I understand now why they closed your show”. It was a personal disaster.
Fortunately all of this takes place before the real number starts to cook and the real gypsies save the number in spite of my involvement. The rest of the show is wonderful and clever and exciting, so perhaps my participation will be quickly forgotten. However, I never felt more like hiding my face backstage and getting out of town very fast.
Tomorrow is another show and another chance to get it right. I really feel awful about letting the dancers down today. I am sure I have lost all credibility with them, as well as Josh and Lauren the director/writers.
It was not the experience I needed to improve my disposition. I was hoping for a really wonderful memory to end my Broadway experience. This was not it. Perhaps tomorrow.
As you were,