The show must always go on.
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I was playing opera singer Madame Ernestine in Little Mary Sunshine. During Act II, I walked across stage behind the curtain, heading for my next entrance. In the dark, my foot hit the edge of the platform, and I fell to the floor three feet below. Fortunately, my voluminous skirts cushioned my fall. Trembling, I stood up, made sure I could walk, and heaved my body back up to stage level. I hurried to stage right, arriving just as I heard my cue. Smiling, I walked out and spoke in my best diva voice.
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