My wife, a good friend of ours, and I were hired to perform for Free Chapel’s production of The Christmas Story in Gainesville this past weekend. The show was probably astounding, though I’ve haven’t seen it yet. It works out that way for those of us that are actually in the play. Getting it together was no less than a miracle either. I’ve never been involved in such a chaotic production. It was mostly volunteer help, but so is community theater and it is managed more professionally. There seemed to be plenty of people helping, but the instruction from the upper tier was a little too loose. It could have been that it was only loose to those of us that were hired for the job, rather than volunteering. I understand that the assumption was that the professionals were supposed to magically know what they were doing. You’re probably wondering what kind of performance I did, being that I’m not a performer by trade. It turns out I can walk on stilts and eat/blow fire. I can also juggle, which is a bonus for the stilt-walking gig. My wife and friend were both clowns and put together a funny sketch to do on stage. Another guy did all the fire work for the engagement, though I was prepared to step in if need be. Free Chapel hired several other performers as they do each year for this performance. If you don’t know what Free Chapel is and you live on Earth, then you’re a troglodyte. I’m kidding. They’re big, but maybe not that big. The place has more money than you can imagine, and they hold no punches for entertainment. The play was televised nation-wide and distributed via DVD. I’m interested to see the DVD because we filmed it first and practiced later. Sort of an odd way of doing things, but understandable with their desire to have the DVD’s available at the show. There were a couple of mishaps, one of which was me almost falling. My stilt foot caught some cellophane as I walked on stage and very nearly met my demise. I had actually resigned myself to the fall, but held out some hope that I would at least slow my descent. It turned out that I was able to recover, but not incredibly gracefully. My legs shook for the rest of the night while I was on the stilts. I’ve not fallen yet. I wanted to fall to know what it was like, but once I got up the my full height I was cured of any such wish. My wife did fall as a clown. It was fitting, but not intentional. She took a dive on our way down the plank on seemingly nothing. It was the clown shoes in actuality. It’s a bit like walking in diving fins. She got going too fast and just hit the carpet and slid. Nice!
I received a call from my manager this evening telling me that I needed to take this post down per Free Chapel’s request. I couldn’t recall any scathing details published here, so I had to tell him I’d think about it while I went and reviewed my post. This post was nonchallant at best. I wrote it in a hurry and skirted opinions that might have angered people. Even still, somebody got their feelings hurt because of what I’ve said.
At this point, I’m really not interested in taking down this post or any others. I am entitled to my opinion, and I haven’t slandered Free Chapel’s name in the legal sense. In fact, there are several back-handed compliments throughout. I’m going to contact Free Chapel to get a better feeling of what the problem actually is. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong – I can admit that.
Thank you all for your support! I contacted the gentleman who originally contacted my manager to try and work out the problem between us. I haven’t heard from him yet, and it has been several days now. That lends me to believe that this is probably his personal venture, and not that of the church’s. It turns out that he was the director for the play I wrote about. So I hurt his feelings and he wanted to try and use the church’s presence to overwhelm me. If anything does come of this, you’ll see it here!
Also, if you’re planning on using any of this material for your own purposes, please contact me directly to discuss it. I do feel I need to know what I’m being involved in.