My first audition since high school wasn't meant to be an audition for me. I had accompanied a friend to the auditions for a play directed by a co-worker. My auditioning friend talked me into trying out, though i protested not being prepared. I thought to have some fun and tried ?winging it?.
This was a mistake.
Misreading a stage direction on the script i'd never before seen for Playboy of the Western World, i missed a vital stage direction that explained I was to deliver a line while holding the torn shirt of a man who?d run away/off stage. Obviously for an audition I wouldn?t be expected to tear off someone?s shirt. But all I knew was that I wasn?t to let go of the shirt while delivering my next line. I held on tightly, even as the actor tried running off stage. It was as bit of tug-o-war, he trying to flee, me pulling him back onto the stage while trying to read the script. In his desperation to get away, and my determination to hold on tightly, we tore the shirt in question completely off his torso!
The now shirtless actor shouted, "We're supposed to be acting!"
I had to fight like heck not to laugh. I mean ? fer cryin' out loud ? i'd just destroyed the guy's favorite shirt, yet for some reason it struck me as ridiculously funny.
I was determined not to laugh. Others, however, were not so inclined and, after an eerie silence, laughter ensued with vigor. I wasn?t sure whose head looked more likely to explode, the director?s or that of the topless shirt mourner.
Oh well! I never liked that shirt, anyway.
mr. sillyperson