I was in a play version of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. I was the third version of the wife. I had to get naked on stage. I couldn't actually leave the stage because my character died? So there was some tulle stretching across the front of the stage to hide me until I could find a good time to shimmy across the stage to an exit. The tulle wasn't tall enough to hide me on its own, so I had to hold it up while trying to put some of my clothes on and scoot across the floor on my back. I eventually left the stage and did something that made me miss my curtain call. I think I became a space pirate after that.