I went to a local production of Fiddler On the Roof on opening night. It was a great performance from a group of high schoolers and went off without a hitch. Well, only one hitch. In the next-to-last scene of the play, one of Tevya’s daughters ran to the middle of the stage and fell down. At first I didn’t know if this was part of the play or not. The girl got back up and ran off the stage, but Golde couldn’t hold it together. She turned her back to the audience and tried to suppress a laugh. Her character broke open and we saw what was inside – not the strong, sharp-tongued Jewish matriarch – just girl in a high school play.
Soon after the play my wife wanted to watch the Miss Universe pageant (something I usually avoid at all costs, along with figure skating and the Hollywood gossip shows), but I didn’t have the energy to resist so we watched. Miss USA walked out for the evening gown “competition”, took about five steps and fell right on her bum. Usually this would have made me laugh pretty hard, and I still chuckled a bit, but the woman got back up, smiled, and continued to work the catwalk. She didn’t cry, or hurry through her walk to get away from the embarrassment. A fall didn’t break her character, it revealed it.