But sadly, we don't live in a perfect world and people do trip more than once. If I had a nickel, no, a penny for every time I made a fool of myself...well, let's just say Bill Gates would be in poverty compared to my bank account.
But today however, was the icing on the cake. The sprinkles on the donut. The boom on the firework. Why, you ask? Because at our recent rehearsal, MiMi attempted to do a ballerina lift. Key word: attempted.
One word: Draco.
Long story short, apparently he trusts a girl about thirty pounds heavier and five inches taller than me more. In fact, he lifted her with no problem, but once we tried to do it for real, he backed away. Apparently he has a fear of dropping me?
Side Note: I really don't understand the male species.
Alright, so we practice this lift a few times before we try and place it into the scene, and it actually looks okay. My nerves, at that point, were slowly fading away. In fact, my director even helped us out for a few times, so that boosted our confidence even more. Everything is going good until our scene comes up and I find myself jumping in his arms.
In a perfect world, the jump would be absolute perfection and would go smoothly. In fact, in that world I probably would have squealed with happiness from the cuteness of it all. But no, instead what happened was a huge chest bump and the both of us landing on our butts.
Now, I don't know how we managed to do it. The whole motion of it all was straight from a cartoon and not only was I dumbstruck by the action, but I was in pain from the impact. Fellow thespians, take note: Nobody wins with a chest bump, especially if one's chest is cushioned with boobs.
So here's my advice about ballerina lifts, especially if you've never done one before and a scene calls for it. Ladies, don't stick out your chest as if you were a penguin and men, please don't run at the girl like you are in football.
Remember, it's a lift, not a tackle.
Alright, I need to go ice my boobs.
-MiMi out.
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