Someone was doing a special "millenium production" of "Jesus Christ Superstar" and, apparently, they were in desperate need of ensemble members. Or something. There were ads in all the local newspapers: "Come join the cast of 'Jesus Christ Superstar 2000.'" Weird, huh? I, of course, went down to the theatre. I found my way backstage and asked a woman if I could be in the show. She turned to a man who was fumbling through stacks of costumes and asked him, "Hey! Do we have a Jesus?" He replied, "No." So...the woman shouts to me, "You're our Jesus!"
Well, I was excited, but also a little overwhelmed. I was thrust out onto the stage. My first thought was: I need a costume. I asked if anyone had a "white robe or somethin'," but everyone said what I was wearing (black pants, a yellow shirt, and a black cardigan) was fine. My next problem was the fact that I had no clue what to sing. Hey, I know most of the main songs from "Jesus Christ Superstar," but I don't have the entire show memorized! So, I was forced to carry around the libretto, which was as thick as a phone book. Blocking didn't even enter my mind.
I was a tad concerned about the audience's reaction to a female playing Jesus, but that didn't seem to matter TOO much.
Now, I don't know if it was dress rehearsal or what, but the house was filled. I know it wasn't opening night. Hm...! I saw everyone from my high school school in the audience, and I became very, very nervous. I began to wonder what they would think of my singing.
Aside from bathrooms and bright stage makeup and other little spots of detail here and there, I don't remember much else.