BWW Blog: Natalie Toro - Nah...We Actors Don't Get Sick

January 28
7:47 2013

BWW Blog: Natalie Toro - Nah...We Actors Don't Get Sick

Are you kidding? It's a nightmare when you have to sing anywhere, a show, a concert, your sister's wedding...Jeez...this is when I want to throw myself off of a bridge. It never fails. You could be fine for a whole year, then when you have a performance of some kind, you find that little tickle in your throat, that faithful friend that rears it's ugly little head and starts to say "hello..."

Then your mind starts to play with you. Is it allergies? Yes, of course, it's just allergies. But wait a minute; allergies can turn into a cold, or worse, a bronchial infection! The stress level gets so high that its no wonder that you are left in a heap of hysteria cause you know, come half hour, you gotta go on and sing pretty.

I will speak for myself, obviously, it's my blog, but whoever is reading this and is a singer will probably agree with me. IT SUCKS! Yea...we have understudies to be able to "go on" when you can't. But for me, I am such a perfectionist. That truck better have dragged me 47 miles down a dirt road in the rain and sleet and snow. Then I will drag myself into that stage door like a bloody stump before I call out of a show. I am old school, the kind that no matter what, the show must go on. I remember my first role in elementary school where I played the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz. My hand got caught between a heavy metal door and the door jam right before an entrance. Never making that entrance, I ran up the aisle to the back of the house, holding my floppy hat with one hand and holding my mouth shut with my bloody hand. They were at the part at the end of the show where the Lion, Scarecrow and Tin Man get the gift from The Wizard. I ran to the water fountain and let the cold water soothe the unimaginable pain my fingers were feeling. The Principle and my mother ran up to me and asked what had happened. Holding back my tears, I apologized for running out. I thought I was in so much trouble. Instead, he grabbed a wad oF Brown paper towels and wrapped my fingers in them. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Nat, the show must go on. Go in there and finish." Well, I ran back down the aisle. Everyone was just waiting. I jumped up on stage and instead of saying my real line, I said, "12x12 is 144." WHAT??? Where did that come from? I must've been dizzy. I am awful in math, even till this day. Went to the hospital that night and my fingers were broken.

My point is from that day on, the show must go on. So, that is my mantra. But when you are coughing up a lung, your fellow cast mates don't appreciate you swapping spit with them. I can't help it. I have very strong work ethic.

At the Cincinnati Playhouse, where I was doing the world premiere of "Everything's Ducky", I got so sick, it really was a matter of life and death. And I had NO understudy. It was life or death because I somehow got Spinal Meningitis. Who gets that? And HOW? I could honestly say that I might know how death might feel like as soon as I was hospitalized. But was I anxious about the show that night? Hell yeah! It didn't matter that I couldn't move, but because there was no one to cover me and I was the lead, I just had to do it. Doc said no! And because they wouldn't know if it was the viral kind or the bacterial kind, I was under a careful watch. Apparently, if you have the bacterial kind, you could be dead in 48 hours. I think it was the first and only time The Playhouse had to cancel performances. I felt like such a loser. But don't ya know...right after a Spinal Tap and just two days later (I didn't die), I was back on stage. Mind you, I had to stay center stage the whole time cause I really couldn't move. The whole cast was dancing around me. And with all the drugs in my system at that time, I certainly was in another dimension. But I was doing my thing and that's all that mattered.


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