This week marks a very special anniversary for me! A year ago from this past monday was when I received the call that offered me the experience of a lifetime! A year ago was when I became a Burning Hills Singer in the Medora Musical! It was beyond an honor to represent my hometown of Hazen and the state of North Dakota. Although this summer was filled with incredible moments that I will forever hold dear in my heart, the road to the Burning Hills Amphitheater was not an easy one.
Although the road to Medora was full of trials and triumphs, there were many laughs as well. Well, I wasn't laughing at the time. But I can certainly laugh at those moments now. And now you can too! So for your reading pleasure, here is one of my most embarrassing Medora Musical Moments!
Although the road to Medora was full of trials and triumphs, there were many laughs as well. Well, I wasn't laughing at the time. But I can certainly laugh at those moments now. And now you can too! So for your reading pleasure, here is one of my most embarrassing Medora Musical Moments!
how, i, delanie wiedrich, ended up on stage in my underwear
It was crunch time. Our final dress rehearsal before we opened the Amphitheater up for the season. In honor of our final rehearsal before opening night, the seats were filled with Medora and Stage West's VIPS; the President of the TRMF Foundation, our Director/Producer, our Music Director, our Choreographers, and other TRMF Royalty.
Needless to say, we were expected to be on the ball that night. And we were! Everything was running smoothly. But throughout the entire first act I was dreading our final quick change. At the end of the retrospective section of the show we were to run back stage and quickly throw on a robe, change shoes and hats, in what felt like 15 seconds, and return to the stage for the gospel. The night before was a frenzy and I did not make my entrance on time. But I was ready this night. When the time came I sprinted backstage completely in the zone! I quickly ripped off my dress, put on my robe and my hat and before I changed my shoes I glanced in a mirror and thought to myself "Wait…this isn't right".
We were to leave our cloths on under the robes, but in my state of focus I for some reason took off mine! I look in the mirror and think that maybe it will be ok until I notice the slit in the robe that extended to just a few inches below my hip exposing my bare legs and spandex. As I am standing there trying to comprehend what I have just done, I hear the cue in the music and know that I have to enter in time for my solo. So I grab my robe where it splits, adjust my cowboy hat and walk onto the stage.
Needless to say, we were expected to be on the ball that night. And we were! Everything was running smoothly. But throughout the entire first act I was dreading our final quick change. At the end of the retrospective section of the show we were to run back stage and quickly throw on a robe, change shoes and hats, in what felt like 15 seconds, and return to the stage for the gospel. The night before was a frenzy and I did not make my entrance on time. But I was ready this night. When the time came I sprinted backstage completely in the zone! I quickly ripped off my dress, put on my robe and my hat and before I changed my shoes I glanced in a mirror and thought to myself "Wait…this isn't right".
We were to leave our cloths on under the robes, but in my state of focus I for some reason took off mine! I look in the mirror and think that maybe it will be ok until I notice the slit in the robe that extended to just a few inches below my hip exposing my bare legs and spandex. As I am standing there trying to comprehend what I have just done, I hear the cue in the music and know that I have to enter in time for my solo. So I grab my robe where it splits, adjust my cowboy hat and walk onto the stage.
For the first few songs of the gospel I was doing alright. It was a windy day, but I kept a tight grip on my robe so as not to expose myself to the audience that was made of my bosses. But I knew what was coming….the act one finale was a beast of a number. An uptempo group number with full choreography, running up and down the stairs and dancing in the audience. I was faced with a choice. Hold my robe and don't do the choreography, or do the choreography and perform how I am supposed to running the risk of flashing my skivvies to everyone.
I chose the latter. When the music picked up and the first eight count approached, I took a deep breath and loosened my concrete grip on my robe. As I danced and ran across the stage I could feel the wind blowing open my robe, exposing all of my bare legs as well as glimpses of my black spandex. Regardless, I danced full out, forcing a smile through my embarrassment. When I hit the final pose, legs spread shoulder width apart, arms extended out to the audience, I looked at the faces of my audiences members for the first time since my entrance. Their eyes were wide, jaws dropped and some even blushing.
I quickly darted off stage, ready to cry from embarrassment. I quickly confessed to everyone what had happened and was then approached by one of my choreographers and daughter of the director. She politely asked if I had anything on during the gospel. Holding up my dress, I answered honestly and apologized profusely. She laughed and laughed and told me not to worry, and that that is what dress rehearsals were for.
Needless to say, I never made that mistake again.
Delanie
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I chose the latter. When the music picked up and the first eight count approached, I took a deep breath and loosened my concrete grip on my robe. As I danced and ran across the stage I could feel the wind blowing open my robe, exposing all of my bare legs as well as glimpses of my black spandex. Regardless, I danced full out, forcing a smile through my embarrassment. When I hit the final pose, legs spread shoulder width apart, arms extended out to the audience, I looked at the faces of my audiences members for the first time since my entrance. Their eyes were wide, jaws dropped and some even blushing.
I quickly darted off stage, ready to cry from embarrassment. I quickly confessed to everyone what had happened and was then approached by one of my choreographers and daughter of the director. She politely asked if I had anything on during the gospel. Holding up my dress, I answered honestly and apologized profusely. She laughed and laughed and told me not to worry, and that that is what dress rehearsals were for.
Needless to say, I never made that mistake again.
Delanie
381