12/09/2009

In The Movies

    As they say in showbiz, "break a leg".  That is almost what I did.  Me and some of my friends went to see a movie, "Paranormal Activity".  If you want to know If I recomend it or not, the answer is no.  I don't want to get in to that right now.  I want to tell you what happened after the movie. 
    The movie ended with no credits, no sound, nothing, just a big black screen and eveyone in the theater sat there staring in awe.  I suggested to two of my friends that we get up, go running down the steps, screaming.  It was a horror movie!  No one did anything and the lights were not coming on so I got up and started walking down the the steps like a zombie with very heavy feet, just like in the movie.  When I got to the very last step, it did not have any runner lights so I thought I was at the end of the stairs.  Well, I guess you can figure out the rest.  I stepped on the edge of the step, twisted my ankle (I am lying in bed right now with my ankle swollen, elevated and with an ice pack on it), yelled out in pain and fell flat on my face on the theater floor, in front of everyone, with the lights still off.  I was still o.k. because the lights were off and it all could be seen as part of the act, although I was in a lot of pain.  But then the lights came on, so I had to think fast.  I really did not want everyone seeing me in pain and limping out of the theater after walking down the stairs in front of everyone.  That just would not look good.  I wanted to get up as fast as I could but my foot was hurting so bad that I could not put much weight on it.  Luckily, (I guess, if there is any luck in a situation like this one) I fell close to a guard rail next to the stairs.  I grabbed on like a boxer grabbing the ropes to stand up after he has been almost knocked out.  I pulled myself up and quickly limped off, out of the theater.  I went out the wrong door but I did not care at this point, mostly because of the pain but also because of the shame.  I walked to the nearest place I could find, away from the exit and sat down, gabbed my ankle and fought off the desire to pass out. 
    My friends finally found their way over to me and saw me with an ice pack on my ankle and my face, still in much pain.  They asked me "what happened?"  That releived me because if they did not know then I doubt anyone else would have known.  Once I told them the story they busted into laughter and begin to shake their heads, as if to say, this could only happen to you. 
    So what did I learn from my experience at the movies.  Show buiseness is hard and painful, you do not always get rewarded for your efforts and wait for the lights to come on before leaving your seat, no matter how great your desire to be the star of the main attraction may be.




God Bless you all.