I am currently rehearsing for a brand new show at Studio Theater, called Breath, Boom.(Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal).
In the show, I have a massive fight and have been working tirelessly in rehearsal to get it down. On Wednesday of this week, our fight choreographer who I adore, Joel, was working with me and the rest of the cast involved in the fight sequence. At one point in the fight I get a knee to the stomach. Awesome. Right?
Well, we commence a run through of the fight at the end of the day (as we'd been working on just moments for the brunt of rehearsal). Finally, we start the fight and I get the aforementioned knee to the gut and fart.
This fart wasn't a genteel "poof." Nor was it of the SBD (silent but deadly) variety. It was the "holy-shit-did-someone-fire-a-gun" and "why-do-Natasha's-pants-suddenly-have-a-giant-hole" kind of farts.
The fight continued without me (or the rest of the cast) acknowledging the earth-shattering gastrotechics that had occurred. The next day I made a joke about it, that's what comics do. And to my delight and horror no one knew it had happened. I guess my embarrassment made it a bigger deal than it was. So basically I was coming across as a freak who enjoys discussing her farts to just about anyone who'd listen. Mortifying.
I guess it's the proverbial tree/forest question: If someone farts, and no one hears it does it make a sound?
The answer: Yep, especially if that tree had beans for dinner.
3 comments:
oh man.
I've done that, and I never know if I should cover it up or just fess up. If it sounded like a firework going off, people probably just thought it was someone's shoe or something..
The first time I got drunk at a guys house I thought it would be funny to put on his football helmet. He didn't think it was funny and took it off my head. Right as it popped off I farted. And he did hear me.
Fun. eee.
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