SoldierHawk wrote:

The very, very, VERY worst part of the whole thing is that the musical we had done the year before "West Side" was "The Pajama Game" you've never heard of it I'm sure (its frankly a horrible show imho lol), but it does contain a song that includes the line "I've figured it out" very prominently. I had to put up with clever people singing that line to me over and over and over for about three weeks lol. (It was funny the first couple times. Then got really old.) Oh well. I'm way, way over it now, and the story is always good for a laugh.

Oh God, my school actually performed that. That was before I got into theater, and I am glad, because I absolutely hate musicals and the other option, working tech, had so many mic problems and technical difficulties I don't even know where to begin.
Here's a mildly embarrassing musical moment, in my senior year I was on the Tech Crew for "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" (don't even get me started), and we were putting on a dress rehearsal for bunch of middle and elementary schoolers (different times). There was a scene about halfway through the play involving Joseph being seduced by Potiphar's wife, and needless to say, the dance sequence was pretty risque. It was about five minutes into the rehearsal for the elementary schoolers when I realize this scene may not be the most appropriate scene in the world. I turn to my buddy Mike, and ask "Are we doing the Potiphar scene for the kids?"
Mike takes one look at me, starts laughing his ass off and runs to tell the other techies. We decide not to mention this to our director, and when the scene was going on, we were dying backstage from laughter. There were tears in all of ours, it was so hilarious. Funny thing was, the elementary kids didn't really seem to notice (at that age, I guess they though they were 'just dancing'), but the middle schoolers...Oy Vey.
Other than that day, working on that show really, really sucked.

SoldierHawk wrote:

SoldierHawk wrote: enshinkarateman wrote: Oh well. I'm way, way over it now, and the story is always good for a laugh. Oh God, my school actually performed that. That was before I got into theater, and I am glad, because I absolutely hate musicals and the other option, working tech, had so many mic problems and technical difficulties I don't even know where to begin. Here's a mildly embarrassing musical moment, in my senior year I was on the Tech Crew for "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat" (don't even get me started), and we were putting on a dress rehearsal for bunch of middle and elementary schoolers (different times). There was a scene about halfway through the play involving Joseph being seduced by Potiphar's wife, and needless to say, the dance sequence was pretty risque. It was about five minutes into the rehearsal for the elementary schoolers when I realize this scene may not be the most appropriate scene in the world. I turn to my buddy Mike, and ask "Are we doing the Potiphar scene for the kids?" Mike takes one look at me, starts laughing his ass off and runs to tell the other techies. We decide not to mention this to our director, and when the scene was going on, we were dying backstage from laughter. There were tears in all of ours, it was so hilarious. Funny thing was, the elementary kids didn't really seem to notice (at that age, I guess they though they were 'just dancing'), but the middle schoolers...Oy Vey. Other than that day, working on that show really, really sucked. Oh shit lmao. I can't believe you got away with doing that show for Elementary School kids. We had elementary shows too, but it was always a special production of something like "Schoolhouse Rocks." (I played Bob the Bill, in one of my finer theatrical turns, and Interplanet Janet.) I also can't believe you did the fucking Pajama Game. That is THE WORST show. Jesus it sucked. If anyone is ever feeling suicidal and needs something to tip them over the brink, play them the score from fucking Pajama Game. Or rent the movie. (GOD!) I always loved techies though. I always respected them when I was an actor. I couldn't get cast in any shows in college because I wasn't screwing the director after hours (don't get ME started), so I did tech for a couple years, and really enjoyed it. Lighting crew was my favorite. I still remember how to completely disassemble a Fresnel, switch out the bad part, and put it back together. Good times.

I was lucky enough to be a techie and an actor, so I got the best of both worlds. RANT AHEAD: There's not much theater down here at UTSA, the one organization for it does plays with like, two to three people in them, and that's not fun at all. I auditioned for, and made it into, an improv troupe, but left after two meetings, because A) I'm not that good of an actor with a script, and improv is just too much, B) None of them really seemed like people I'd hang out with outside of the meetings, and C) They were a little too keen on vulgarity and making fun of the mentally challenged. Now, being a Kevin Smith fan, I obviously don't object to vulgarity if it's done right, but the stuff they were doing wasn't anything I'd want to perform for an audience, and CERTAINLY not my parents. And making fun of the mentally challenged just isn't cool (it was the one part of Tropic Thunder I didn't like.) It just wasn't something I'd be proud of/attach my name to. Plus, I hate plays in general that aren't Shakespeare. Triple that for musicals.
Short story time: Me and my buddy Ange were goofing off before A Midsummer Night's Dream. He was a techie, I was an actor (for that show) and we had to use the bathroom. The guy's bathroom was broken, so we decided to use the girl's. After marveling at how clean it was, I came up with the idea of writing something on the wall in marker. We search around, find one, and Ange writes "Ange has a big cock". He had girls asking if it was true for months afterward.
When I get the physical copy of the "movie" I was in, I'll post it here. Let's just say it's one of the only things I've done that I've hated myself for.

Ross Rifle wrote:

Quote: When I get the physical copy of the "movie" I was in, I'll post it here. Let's just say it's one of the only things I've done that I've hated myself for. Oh Hawk, no matter how many times he says he loves you and won't share it, don't let him turn on the videocamera hun!

Haha, not that. I was in a God-Awful student "film" that was about werewolves and shit. I was the main character. It must be seen to be believed, but the awfulness of the film is comparative with the awfulness of my haircut at the time.
A sample:
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1304117&l=9314d&id=824042139
Yes, that's me on the right.
And here's a long one that I mentioned on the first page, but doubt anyone read:
[LONG POST!]
Never Trust a Pretty Face
You could say this is where my bad luck with women started. You could also say I was simply a victim of something beyond my control. Either way, it led to an experience that was either completely mortifying, or totally hilarious, depending on who you are.
It was the winter of 2006. Me and my friend Cade were going to the winter church camp that we went to every year, and Cade told me that this year, he was going to find me a girl. You’d think we would have learned from “Fake Number” that this was going to be a disaster, but “if at first you don’t succeed“, right?
The first day of camp went by smoothly, and on the morning of the second day, I was taking a walk on the grounds when I hear some voices calling out to me. I turned my head to see three girls. They signaled for me to “come hither”, and naturally, I went over.
When I went to talk to them, I saw that they were pretty cute. That should have been my first warning sign. There was some small conversation that marveled at my recently-dyed hair (a decision I will never repeat again, it was supposed to be blonde when it came out orange), and before long, one of the girls mentioned that they liked cooking.
I naturally wanted to see if these girls could put their money where their mouth was. So, I asked if they had any food they’d cooked. As a matter of fact, they’d just made chocolate this morning, and wanted to know if I wanted to try some.
Pretty girls, free chocolate? Hell yeah! I give them an enthusiastic reply, and they went to retrieve the sure-to-be-delicious sweets.
The came back a few minutes later with the chocolate. I popped some in my mouth, and they asked me if I enjoyed it. Now, I personally found the chocolate to be pretty mediocre, but I was trying to get laid, so I said it was great. They flirted with me for a few minutes, then asked if I wanted to hang out.
At this point I was feeling like the biggest pimp alive. I spent the next few hours “hanging out” with them, and by “hanging out”, I mean “acting as their gopher, literally running to and fro the camp kitchen to get water.” I did that about six times, because each time, the water was “too hot”, or ‘two cold.” If I heard one more person yell “Run Forrest Run” I was going to punch someone. This should have been the second warning sign, as they were clearly yanking my chain (and not in the good way, am I right?)
After a few hours of this, I had to leave in order to join my group so we could rehearse our church camp skit. You see, at this camp, everyone was divided into groups, and had to present a skit in front of the entire camp. It was actually kind of fun, and our skit that year involved me and Cade rapping a Christian version of “Ice Ice Baby.” If you asked me today what the lamest thing in the world could be, a Christian version of “Ice Ice Baby” would be up there with “a vegetarian screamo concert hosted by the cast of ‘Twilight‘.” I’m getting sidetracked here, but the important thing is, we had to do a skit at night-time in front of the entire camp. Remember that now. During this practice, I told Cade about the girls I’d met, and he was very proud of me. According to Cade, I might get a real number this time! We worked hard on our skit, and we thought we were ready to present. After practice was over, we had to leave to go to an activity.
When the activity was over, I met up with Cade and Kevin again and talked for a while. I left the room for a minute, and when I came back, I saw Cade and Kevin talking with some other guy. I jumped in the conversation to discover that, according to the other guy, someone had been going around putting laxatives in chocolate and feeding it to poor saps. Cade and Kevin thought this was hilarious. I did too, but thought it was kind of mean.
“What kind of douchebag would do something like-” My jaw hit the floor. No way, I thought, could this be happening to me! If what this guy was saying was true, I’d just taken laxatives, and they were gonna kick in any time now! Noticing my freakout, Cade asked me what the problem was.
“Dude…remember those chicks I was telling you about?”
“Yeah.” He noticed the panic in my eyes.
“I…I think they’re the ones giving people laxatives.” Cade seemed confused.
“Why do you think that?” I gulped in terror.
“…Because I think they gave some to me.”
There was total silence for a few seconds, then Cade, Kevin, the guy, and even I started laughing as loudly as possible. Cade asked me if I was serious, and I replied that I was serious as a heart attack. You may be wondering why I was laughing even in the face of an eventual colon cleaning. Well, ladies and germs, I always recognize a good prank, even if it’s at my own expense. Unfortunately, I realized something that was a pretty big buzz kill: We had to present the skit in fifteen minutes!
We went to a camp counselor, who, upon recognizing that the threat a camper letting loose a diarrhea storm in the middle of a presentation may be embarrassing, let us present our skit first so we could finish it before every high-schooler’s worst nightmare could take place.
Our skit went off fairly well, despite having no microphone, which forced us to yell our rap, rendering our voices fairly hoarse (but that’s a rant for another day.) Three skits later, it hit me like a punch to the gut. I bolted from the auditorium, and frantically tried to locate out cabin, where sweet relief would come to me in the form of a toilet.
Unfortunately, it was night, and all of the cabins looked the same. After a few minutes of spastically running around, searching for my cabin, I found my sanctuary, ran through the door, and…well, I think you can see where the story goes from here.
And to think some people wonder why I have trust issues when it comes to women.

Ross Rifle wrote:

Haha enshin, silly me, I thought Hawk said that. By the way, I haven't had a chance to watch the film yet, but I'm psyched

It's only about five minutes, so don't sit down expecting it to take up a bunch of your time. But trust me, it's well worth it...sort of.