Funny story:
I had to play Oliver in the play Oliver Twist for an entire summer. Since I am a girl, I had to wear a full wig with my actual hair tied up and in a bald cap. In one scene of the play, my character had to be thrown into a coffin in the funeral home. During one performance, we were doing incredibly well with this particular scene. I was tossed by another actor into the coffin. I had about 4 minutes or so of wait time in the pitch black darkness, the only thing connecting me to the outside world being a tiny hole the prop manager made for me to breathe. I reached up to adjust my mic- and knocked my wig off. By this time, I only had 2 minutes left. I frantically shoved the fallen Bobby pins back under the cap and wrestled the wig back into place. The door swung open. For the next 2 scenes I managed to keep it on my head, through an entire song and dance number with dialogue in between. Finally, the lights went down and I rushed into the dressing room where I fixed the wig.
I had to play Oliver in the play Oliver Twist for an entire summer. Since I am a girl, I had to wear a full wig with my actual hair tied up and in a bald cap. In one scene of the play, my character had to be thrown into a coffin in the funeral home. During one performance, we were doing incredibly well with this particular scene. I was tossed by another actor into the coffin. I had about 4 minutes or so of wait time in the pitch black darkness, the only thing connecting me to the outside world being a tiny hole the prop manager made for me to breathe. I reached up to adjust my mic- and knocked my wig off. By this time, I only had 2 minutes left. I frantically shoved the fallen Bobby pins back under the cap and wrestled the wig back into place. The door swung open. For the next 2 scenes I managed to keep it on my head, through an entire song and dance number with dialogue in between. Finally, the lights went down and I rushed into the dressing room where I fixed the wig.