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ght, I could hear the audience cheering in anticipation of what was to come. Could life really get any better? Not for me, I could now die happy.</p><p id="bc23">Cue — lights, music, curtain up and cartwheel on from the wings, that was how we entered, stage left, the five of us, one by one. It was a bit of a precarious entrance but we had rehearsed it a hundred times with complete success.</p><p id="3eac">Executing my perfectly rehearsed cartwheeling entrance, I faced my adoring audience, full stage grin on my face, whilst singing our opening number with a comprehensive dance routine.</p><figure id="c2b4"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*D9DA2mKdEKyIrepp9Mc5Og.jpeg"><figcaption>Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/william_ong-2213739/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1254955">William Chotprommarat</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=1254955">Pixabay</a></figcaption></figure><h2 id="6c66">The show must go on or should it?</h2><p id="99f5">If you have ever performed, you would know you pick up a ‘vibe’ from the audience. Only a few words and steps in and something wasn't quite right. I happened to glance slightly to my right and clocked my fellow dancer, smile glued firmly on her face, still mid-flow in the routine, however, tears were streaming down her face, as well as… oh no! Blood!</p><p id="9fee">Not dropping a single step or my smile, I considered my entrance on stage and seemed to remember a little bump as I emerged from the wings.</p><p id="d6bf">The penny dropped. Oh crap! I had kicked her in the face!</p><h2 id="5445">Blood on her costume, war

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drobe wouldn't be happy!</h2><p id="2b38">Whilst flicking, kicking, and twirling, all with a fixed stage smile, I gestured to her to leave the stage. In her case the show most definitely shouldn't go on, she was scaring the audience with her gruesome, bloodied fake grin and she was getting blood on her costume, wardrobe wouldn't be happy!</p><p id="a66c">Both my heart and hat went off to her, she managed to exit, stage left, in an elaborate whirl, making it look like a perfectly choreographed, rehearsed and elaborate, part of the routine.</p><blockquote id="7924"><p>THE SHOW MUST GO ON — “Don’t let calamity interrupt the proceedings; we mustn’t stop what we are doing, even if something unfortunate has happened; it would make us look bad or worry the spectators. The saying and principle are traditional in the theater, but apparently they both originated in the 19th century with circuses. If an animal got loose or a performer was injured, the ringmaster and the band tried to keep things going so that the crowd would not panic.” From “The Dictionary of Cliches” by James Rogers (Ballantine Books, New York, 1985).</p></blockquote><h2 id="c3f8">Did the show go on?</h2><p id="384f">Thankfully my dance-mate didn't have any lasting injury, she was patched up by first aid and suffered no lasting damage! Of course, the show went on, after all this was show business and we were professionals (or so I thought). We got through the rest of the show with no further mishaps. Well apart from when someone knocked a bit of scenery and it came crashing down, but that story I will save for later!</p><p id="25a5">Article written by <a href="https://linktr.ee/dramallamaperformingarts">Drama Llama</a> | Educator | Writer | Academic | Consultant</p></article></body>

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I kicked Her in the Face!

But the show must go on

Cue — lights, music, curtain up and cartwheel on from the wings, that was our on-stage entrance. Wait a minute, cartwheel on from the wings, what could possibly go wrong?

Answer — everything!

I’m a superstar!

At the grand old age of fifteen, it was the last chance saloon for me to finally achieve my dream of being a senior student dancer in our local pantomime. Having been unsuccessful so far at every audition, my Mum (my number one fan) didn't even bother coming with me this time around. Instead, I went with a friend.

To my utter elation this time I was successful, I had achieved my dream! I was cast as a dancer in our local production of the Wizard of Oz. My friend wasn't as happy, she didn't get cast, we no longer speak now 39 years later but that is another story!

What followed was one of the happiest times in my teenage life, rehearsals and learning the choreography with real-life celebrities, I was living the dream!

Costumes, make-up, song, and dance, who could ask for more? Not me, I danced and sung my way through rehearsals believing I was a superstar and loving every single awe-inspiring moment.

The crowd was cheering

Opening night, I could hear the audience cheering in anticipation of what was to come. Could life really get any better? Not for me, I could now die happy.

Cue — lights, music, curtain up and cartwheel on from the wings, that was how we entered, stage left, the five of us, one by one. It was a bit of a precarious entrance but we had rehearsed it a hundred times with complete success.

Executing my perfectly rehearsed cartwheeling entrance, I faced my adoring audience, full stage grin on my face, whilst singing our opening number with a comprehensive dance routine.

Image by William Chotprommarat from Pixabay

The show must go on or should it?

If you have ever performed, you would know you pick up a ‘vibe’ from the audience. Only a few words and steps in and something wasn't quite right. I happened to glance slightly to my right and clocked my fellow dancer, smile glued firmly on her face, still mid-flow in the routine, however, tears were streaming down her face, as well as… oh no! Blood!

Not dropping a single step or my smile, I considered my entrance on stage and seemed to remember a little bump as I emerged from the wings.

The penny dropped. Oh crap! I had kicked her in the face!

Blood on her costume, wardrobe wouldn't be happy!

Whilst flicking, kicking, and twirling, all with a fixed stage smile, I gestured to her to leave the stage. In her case the show most definitely shouldn't go on, she was scaring the audience with her gruesome, bloodied fake grin and she was getting blood on her costume, wardrobe wouldn't be happy!

Both my heart and hat went off to her, she managed to exit, stage left, in an elaborate whirl, making it look like a perfectly choreographed, rehearsed and elaborate, part of the routine.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON — “Don’t let calamity interrupt the proceedings; we mustn’t stop what we are doing, even if something unfortunate has happened; it would make us look bad or worry the spectators. The saying and principle are traditional in the theater, but apparently they both originated in the 19th century with circuses. If an animal got loose or a performer was injured, the ringmaster and the band tried to keep things going so that the crowd would not panic.” From “The Dictionary of Cliches” by James Rogers (Ballantine Books, New York, 1985).

Did the show go on?

Thankfully my dance-mate didn't have any lasting injury, she was patched up by first aid and suffered no lasting damage! Of course, the show went on, after all this was show business and we were professionals (or so I thought). We got through the rest of the show with no further mishaps. Well apart from when someone knocked a bit of scenery and it came crashing down, but that story I will save for later!

Article written by Drama Llama | Educator | Writer | Academic | Consultant