This evening I went to see [hear?] the Sydney production of Urinetown. It was great fun and I shall probably have more to say in the morning. For now a story about how I can get myself into awful trouble.
As I was returning to my seat after Interval, I decided to be very brave and try to take a shortcut via the fire escapes. In theory, I should know where I'm going in the theatre in question. It is a very new theatre but this was, perhaps, my fifth visit.
The people who know about my sense of direction are laughing already.
Somehow, I followed the cement passages to where I thought I should be and walked straight out onto upper rear stage where the band / orchestra was located.
I panicked and froze. The stage lights temporarily blinded me. All I could see was a woman in the front rows pointing at me. Rabbit in headlights. Rabbit in headlights.
I thought about it for a moment and said to the lead pianist, "I beg your pardon, I'm lost". I learned the power of saying "I'm lost" and looking at people pathetically in NY.
With absolute composure I turned around as if one one wanders onstage frequently and at will and tried again [with success] for my seat.
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