While lurking around backstage at Sister Act in Edinburgh, I was roped into doing a walk-on part on the show.
I was drafted in as an extra in a bar scene, and seeing as it's set in the 1970s, the role required that I be fitted with a mullet style wig that resembled that worn by Norman Bates' 'Mother' in Psycho.
Still, I managed not to disgrace myself in front of the 3,000+ strong audience, despite being a bag of nerves beforehand. I didn't miss my cue or my mark, and I didn't fall over anything.
However, I wasn't called back on stage to sing, dance, or take a bow during curtain-call, which, I think you'll agree, is a disgrace. Maybe Dublin will be my time to shine?