BWW Blog: Natalie Toro - Nah...We Actors Don't Get Sick
I was doing "In The heights" on tour and we were playing Hartford, CT. During the show, that tickle came upon my throat at the beginning of Act One. By the time I sang my solo in Act Two, the entire cast was watching in the wings to see how I was going to pull it off. My voice kept getting lower and lower to eventually going, going, gone. I started to sound like Bea Arthur. While on tour with CATS, I sang Memory with both ears clogged from a really bad cold. The Conductor had to give me a thumbs up or thumbs down to keep me on key. In Superstar, I ripped my thigh muscle so bad playing softball on a day off, that poor Mary Magdalene couldn't kneel down to console Jesus, cause I couldn't get back up. I have coughed my way through the barricades in Les Miz, danced a 60's musical while in a wheelchair with a broken foot in SheBoppin' and even Eva Peron had Salmonella poisoning cause Natalie wanted to save a baby bird from a crow's mouth.
The trick is to not let the audience know. They didn't pay $100 plus for you to be sick. They don't think its possible for you to get sick. But we do get sick. I have a massive cold right now on the heels of an upper respiratory infection. But my responsibility is to the person who drove 100 miles to see the show, or saved up to bring their family of four for their big night out. I get sick...but you will never know! Matzo Ball soup anyone?