Nearing the end of a performance of Cyrano, his nose fell off and I deftly kicked it stage left, into the wings. He rushed off to have it glued back and returned a little while later with flowers as if that's why he left. Meanwhile I hummed a pretty ditty while trimmimg the artificial roses. Critics were in that night but we had convinced them and the entire house that it was all part of the piece.
2006-10-19
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