Back in HS, I was in a science/math track and a nice old history teacher drafted my former Chem lab partner and me to "star" in a romantic comedy for our senior play. It wasn't a horrible script, and we kept up appearances as we rehearsed, including doing "stage" kisses at the curtain. I never warned my "co-star", and may not have known far in advance anyway, but when we put on the play and it was curtain-time, I grabbed her and put a full lip-lock on her. She grabbed me back, and didn't loosen her hold until the applause and cheers started to diminish a bit. Then we took our bows. It might have helped that I was the son of a well-known poacher, and she was the daughter of our district's game warden. :tongue: I had always enjoyed public approval when playing music, but getting feedback from amateur theatrics was a new one. A gay friend of mine in college was in theater, and he loved it. I certainly couldn't have concentrated on that field, but I am beginning to understand his love for the stage as I get older. I miss playing music in public, due to this damned sensitivity to fragrances. It's not the money so much ($135-150/day), but the fun of getting out there and interacting with people. Lost Tommy to AIDS back in the 70s when there was no effective treatment.