For those of you who aren’t familiar with the show Fiddler on the Roof, shame on you. Go get the movie tonight. The show is about the changing life of Jews in Russia centering on the trials of one family. At the wedding of one of the daughters, the Russian police come in and bust everything up just to prove they can. Not very nice, I know. It’s all very dramatic. The young characters were just proving that tradition could be broken, and then their faces get broken. And we all run off stage screaming in our pretty wedding clothes. I had a beautiful green dress, long lace veil, and classy wig for the scene.
One evening, everything was going well. The chuppah was straight, we didn’t drop the bride when we carried her in the chair, and the constable came to yell at us right on cue. I turned and ran offstage screaming, and somehow my veil got caught on the back of a chair. I didn’t notice that anything was wrong until my wig slipped backwards from my head as I was feet from the wings.
I looked behind me in horror. My veil and wig were lying sadly on the ground. It looked more like an Indian massacre than a Russian pogrom. They had scalped me! But it was too late. There was no going back. I stayed in the wings silently giggling myself to tears as the rest of the cast had to finish the scene with my weave and veil on the stage as a reminder of the dangers of Russian police invading Tevye’s daughter’s wedding.
My husband came up with the title for this one… Oy vey.
This is our final full day in Europe, and I can’t wait to see all of your comments when I get home!