Alright, so tonight was our big concert, and something of a variety show. Everything is going smoothly, some really good music, and some sweet lights if I do say so myself. Everything until a magician comes on. He does some really great card tricks, random levitation stuff, and whatnot. Everyone loves it.
Then the explosions start.
I guess he wanted to add some punch, but there are random bursts of flam, in different colors, and firecrackers shooting out of his arms, mouth, and from a pen. It was amazing, but we didn;t have permission from the Fire Marshall to have explosions onstage. So, we let him have two, and hoped that that was it. well, after the six-foot-tall flame shooting up from the ground, we had had it. Blackout. We turned all the lights off, and pulled up the house lights. The kid stays on in the pitch black, and to make matters worse, the crowd is screaming for us to let him start again. Everyone is up in arms. So, we sent out the MC's to announce intermission, and people grudgingly trickle out. Meanwhile, the kid is in tear, and his family who flew over from Korea to watch him is getting a bit riled up. So we tell him he can go on again, but no fire! So, three white doves and a levitating Coke can later, that's over.
So, that little crisis over with, the seond half commences. No more incidents.
We found ourselves quoting from Waiting for Godot often: "We'll hang ourselves tomorrow."
Then the explosions start.
I guess he wanted to add some punch, but there are random bursts of flam, in different colors, and firecrackers shooting out of his arms, mouth, and from a pen. It was amazing, but we didn;t have permission from the Fire Marshall to have explosions onstage. So, we let him have two, and hoped that that was it. well, after the six-foot-tall flame shooting up from the ground, we had had it. Blackout. We turned all the lights off, and pulled up the house lights. The kid stays on in the pitch black, and to make matters worse, the crowd is screaming for us to let him start again. Everyone is up in arms. So, we sent out the MC's to announce intermission, and people grudgingly trickle out. Meanwhile, the kid is in tear, and his family who flew over from Korea to watch him is getting a bit riled up. So we tell him he can go on again, but no fire! So, three white doves and a levitating Coke can later, that's over.
So, that little crisis over with, the seond half commences. No more incidents.
We found ourselves quoting from Waiting for Godot often: "We'll hang ourselves tomorrow."