A Prima Donna Moment...

Perhaps I need one of these shirts to wear to rehearsals so people will disregard my diva behavior.

I stuck my foot in my mouth at rehearsal the other night. Or, more appropriately, I had a prima donna moment.

Prima donna offense #1: Not knowing my lines for the scene we were rehearsing.

Prima donna offense #2: Leaving the script that contained the lines I did not know sitting on the table when I went up onstage.

Prima donna offense #3: Yelling out for my techie-fiance to bring it to me, instead of getting off my ass and fetching it myself.

Prima donna offense #4: Yelling out a few minutes later, "So, can I HAVE my script?" (in my bitchy voice, I admit it) and then looking down to see that the script was sitting at my feet.

Oops.