"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong."
And it did.
It is the second premiere of the Bayerische-Rauhnacht since it was dug out of the crypt where it had been laid to rest 13 years ago. I had been relentlessly training my body for 11 months hoping to make this year’s performances better than ever before.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
From the minute I walked out the door of the apartment until the curtain came down after the last song everything that could’ve gone wrong did go wrong.
That for which I had been training and keeping myself in good repair for over a year turned out to be the bitterest disappointment since I’d joined the troupe 23 years ago.
To make matters worse, the audience turned out to be the best we’d had in the past 23 years.
And, as if all my mishaps weren’t bad enough, no one else in the cast complained of having made even the smallest of mistakes. To whom can you bitch when you’re the only one who has something to bitch about?
Had Big Al forgotten I had sacrificed my well being by taking a giant leap outside the comfort zone last year?
“That’s why it’s called the comfort zone, my boy. Because everything outside it is not comfortable,” He said later when I took the time to meditate.
Piss. And I thought everything would be coming up roses for the rest of my life.
“When you step outside the comfort zone, your life becomes livelier, not easier,” He continued.
Finding that out, I reneged on the threat to quit the production and take up permanent residence on the couch in front of the television set.
And, thank Al I did because the next night went sooooo much better. The public was just as and the only mishap was, once again, the premature loss of my wig. But, having had a long history of dealing with the loss of my hair, I was hardly dismayed.
Only six more performances to go, hopefully with a new wig!