Over many years in showbiz, I have had the good fortune to work with many icons and luminaries of the silver screen. I fondly recollect working with the great Shakespearian actor, Warwick Hunt. He truly suffered for his art. After many successful years playing leading roles in Hollywood, an unforseen problem suddenly manifested itself, and virtually destroyed his career as a renowned and respected thespian. He could no longer remember his lines. This situation, coupled with sporadic bouts of stage fright served only to compound this most unfortunate predicament.
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Finally, after more than a decade in the wilderness, he discovered a theatre that was prepared to give him another chance to shine once more.
Everard Farquaharson, the theatre director explained, "This is the most important part in the play, and it has only one line, you must walk on to the stage carrying a rose, you must hold the rose with just one finger and your thumb to your nose, sniff the rose deeply and then deliver the line "Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress."
The actor was thrilled. All day long before the play he continually rehearsed his line over and over again. Suddenly, the time came to perform, and his opportunity of a return to stardom beckoned. He was nervous, but confident.
The curtain went up, the actor walked onto the stage, and with great passion and fire delivered the line; "Ah, the sweet aroma of my mistress."
The theatre erupted, the audience was screaming with laughter, the curtain fell. The director was incandescent with rage!
"You bloody fool!" he cried, "You have ruined me!"
The actor was most bewildered, "What happened…… did I forget my line?"
"NO!" the director screamed,
"YOU FORGOT THE BLOODY ROSE!"