From the back of the room came a gruff voice: “I’ll do it!”
On occasion in the past, we have “cross-cast” the volunteer scenes, mostly with women in the “Scapin” scene. Only once before have we had a man in the “Tartuffe” scene, but it had gotten big laughs, so I waved the fellow up to the stage.
I should have known by the amount of time it took him to get onto the stage that this was going to be a problem.
I should have known by the tone of his voice when he said “I’ll do it.”
The man was lit up like a Christmas tree. I could smell the alcohol from ten feet away.
It was impossible to even do a kind-of-a-parody of the seduction scene, because I had no idea what he might take seriously or not, in performance. If I made an inadver…