Dress rehearsal trainwreck

Last night, the dress rehearsal for Camelot morphed into something more closely resembling “Ten Little Indians.”

It started when our Lancelot, proud warrior with a great voice, slipped after running into the theater and trying to jump up onto the round table (encumbered in chain mail..) He ended up running knees-first into the side of the platform table, giving himself a two-inch gash across his knee and worrying Doc-wife that he had cracked his kneecap. Much gauze and ice bags were applied. A ride to Doc-wife’s ER in the ambulance earned him four stitches and a clean x-ray.

Hopefully, he’ll be able to limp through tonight’s opening performance. If not, the director will be the backup.

Then an actor playing an aged knight was bitten by his (supposed) friendly canine traveling companion. More gauze was applied and he continued with the show.

In a scene featuring witches, ogres and fairies, an ogre accidentally smashed his (real life) wife (who plays a witch) in the face. More ice applied and a black eye expected…not bad for the witch scene, but sorta unseemly when she has to play a lady of the court.

The director pulled out the old chestnut that a bad dress rehearsal means a great opening night…Tony Awards, here we come!