It's just a flesh wound!
Oct. 19th, 2009 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mereilinThanks to Facebook, I knew before my husband got home from the performance yesterday that there had been a few bumps. Literally.
During the runthrough before the curtain, the sorceress Morgana zigged when she should have zagged, and as a consequence was clocked on the back of her skull by Merlin's five-foot-long wooden staff (which appears suspiciously as if it might have been a maple sapling as recently as two weeks ago). Fortunately, her sister was able to jump into the role while the original dancer went to the E.R. for a CAT scan.
Another dancer apparently managed to get his scalp sliced during a swordfighting scene (even though the weapons were blunt, they're still made of metal). He made it through the rest of the show -- one of the dancers, also a veterinarian, closed up the gash with butterfly bandages. During Intermission he paid a visit to the backsage EMT (that venue requires us to have fire department staff backstage during all performances), got his head wrapped, and hid the bandages under a handy chain-mail hood.
After the show, he got eight stitches. What a trooper!
My husband, meanwhile, stopped off with a buddy to have a drink after the show -- he was feeling like a schmuck because, you see, he was Merlin. And even though it wasn't exactly his fault Morgana ended up with a mild concussion -- and he certainly wasn't swinging the staff with any great force -- he was still the guy on the other end of the staff.
And once again, I put the kids to bed by myself. So many reasons not to love this ballet! But also, thanks to Facebook, I got to see an album full of lovely photographs from the performance, and almost -- almost! -- regretted having missed it.
Oh, well. There's always Nutcracker.
During the runthrough before the curtain, the sorceress Morgana zigged when she should have zagged, and as a consequence was clocked on the back of her skull by Merlin's five-foot-long wooden staff (which appears suspiciously as if it might have been a maple sapling as recently as two weeks ago). Fortunately, her sister was able to jump into the role while the original dancer went to the E.R. for a CAT scan.
Another dancer apparently managed to get his scalp sliced during a swordfighting scene (even though the weapons were blunt, they're still made of metal). He made it through the rest of the show -- one of the dancers, also a veterinarian, closed up the gash with butterfly bandages. During Intermission he paid a visit to the backsage EMT (that venue requires us to have fire department staff backstage during all performances), got his head wrapped, and hid the bandages under a handy chain-mail hood.
After the show, he got eight stitches. What a trooper!
My husband, meanwhile, stopped off with a buddy to have a drink after the show -- he was feeling like a schmuck because, you see, he was Merlin. And even though it wasn't exactly his fault Morgana ended up with a mild concussion -- and he certainly wasn't swinging the staff with any great force -- he was still the guy on the other end of the staff.
And once again, I put the kids to bed by myself. So many reasons not to love this ballet! But also, thanks to Facebook, I got to see an album full of lovely photographs from the performance, and almost -- almost! -- regretted having missed it.
Oh, well. There's always Nutcracker.
