TOD: My most embarrassing "in front of people" moment remains my rehearsal snit/comeuppance during a college production of "MacBird" in which I portrayed the Wayne of Morse.
We were a week away from full technical dress rehearsals (and only 10 away from performance) and for days I'd been promised "my" sound cues. I had my costume. I had my prop -- a 15-foot-long papier-mache lance that preceded me onstage and which I wielded obnoxiously while on stage.
Everyone else had their cues. My big entrance was to be to the strains of the William Tell Overture.
I'd been promised for several consecutive nights that I'd get the cue the "next" rehearsal. Finally, I decided to wait for my cue rather than do my own rendition of the opening strains of the overture (which i knew from "The Lone Ranger", obviously).
The cue moment came...and went. The director yelled, "Where's Ron?" "Where is the Wayne of Morse?"
Ron replied: "Where's the cue I've been promised three days in a row?"
The tech director replied: "You'll get your cue when you hear your cue!"
The director said: "Didn't you promise him a cue tonight?"
The tech director said: "He needs to get over it: I've got lights to set."
The director said: "Ron, can you just come out please and let us continue?"
I said: "Let's go back to the last line before my entrance."
So we did.
And then, at the top of my lungs -- and I was holding my prop -- I yelled out "dah-di-dump-diddy-dump, dah-di-dump-diddy-dump, (etc.)," and charged forward from stage left, holding my lance directly out in front of me.
I tripped on something in the wings just after my lance had become visible to the audience.
When the tip hit the stage floor, it bent. I, of course, went down with a thud.
I was trying to figure out what happened when I heard the director ask hysterically:
"Did he trip?"
I stopped the show. For a full 15 minutes, the director, the tech director and most everyone in sight were howling.
When everyone finally composed themselves and the rehearsal resumed, I made my entrance with a lance that had a bent tip.
We got through it somehow. And my lance was repaired by the next rehearsal.
I also had my "cue" the next night.