Nervousness is up and the final countdown goes on

By Riverine Herald

THE nerves have officially kicked in.
We have under three weeks before The Phantom of the Opera opens at the Paramount.
I honestly don’t know where the past six weeks have gone but I would like them back thank you very much.
Rehearsals are in full swing, so we are all living and breathing Phantom.
Thank God we all like each other. Mostly.
There is a lot of pressure on us to deliver so as we get closer to opening night, tensions can run high.
Plus we’re all creative types, so you can imagine the passion and emotion running through our veins.
Thankfully there haven’t been any blow-ups. Yet.
Which I’m grateful for — because I have had my moments.
Forgetting my lines, forgetting cues and singing off key.
It’s frustrating when all you do is eat, sleep and breathe Phantom but when it really counts, the words just vanish from your memory, or you hit the wrong note.
My greatest fear when on stage. Well that, and discovering I am half naked mid-way through a high kick.
However, I am pretty confident there will be no wardrobe malfunctions this time round though, as I have one costume which is basically glued to me.
I can’t say that for the rest of the cast, who have at least five or six costume changes during the show.
You’ve all heard about my infamous dress malfunction in our production of Anything Goes and my shoe slip in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, but you may not have heard about a very embarrassing moment I encountered on stage during a high school musical.
I was playing the love interest of the lead in a production of Smithy (possibly the worst musical ever written) and we had a scene at the end of the show where Smithy rescues me from a fire and kisses me.
Well, we had spent months practising a very G-rated kiss, so when he put his entire tongue down my throat and almost swallowed me on closing night, I was more than a little unprepared.
I was so close to slapping him, but I had an audience of a few hundred who were expecting a happily ever after ending, so I had to stay in character.
Despite looking like I’d just had my entire face sucked off as red lipstick was smeared across my cheeks, chin and nose.
It was the most horrifying moment of my thespian career — to date — but all life’s a stage and the show must go on.