With this company, it would seem that the traditional way to
end a tour is to have everything go to shit. With the previous show, three acts
were missing in the final performances, and one of the musicians had completely
thrown out his back and had to play while seated in the wings. This show seems
to be following suit.
Upon arrival, A announced that he had hurt his back. We
hemmed and hawed about whether or not he would cut anything, but A has always
been stubborn about these kinds of things. It went from not doing his straps
act, to simply cutting two figures from his acro solo.
The next night, however, I got off stage after my own number
to find A waiting for me.
“I’m not doing my straps act tonight. Or trampo-wall.”
Being the clever folks that we are, we didn’t bother to come
up with a plan should A decide mid-way through a show that he was too injured
to continue. This led to much running around backstage trying to figure out to
do technical cues without and transitions with bits of the show missing, as
well as the horrible task of completely restructuring the trampo-wall act. It’s
bad enough figuring all that stuff out during a meeting. It’s way harder when
people are running on an off stage, and back and forth trying to execute their
backstage cues.
Meanwhile, on stage, A, D, and myself performed a
spectacular three body pile up that would have made the Stooges proud. I’m
still not entirely sure what happened, but D fell over me, and then rammed into
A, at which point he landed in my line of fire, and I hit him. Flailing and
laughing, we finally managed to get into position. I’m sure the sound and
lighting guys enjoyed the scene from the booth.
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