I was suddenly standing in for Aladdin at Lunds Stadsteater on the West End. Unrehearsed, so I did not know my lines, nor my changes or any other practicalities and there was no one there to show me anything. I just had to take a guess at which were my costumes in the wings, among them a giant face, which turned out to be for the role of Jafar's magic mirror, which I also had to do. It was terribly awkward. The only line someone ever gave me was "Jafar, ditt maktspel är över!" for the final scene.
(what do you call a tavern for immature young men who have to bring their own lamps? A "Lad Inn")
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