Bill has a large comfy recliner which backs up to our front window. There is a four foot tall wooden shelf with five shelves and lots of ceramic frames which display photos of grand kids. It is against the wall to the left of his chair (as I am standing facing it.)
I saw a throw pillow on the floor behind Bill's chair. I reached for it, lost my balance, grabbed onto the upper part of his recliner and the dang thing RECLINED which sent me reeling into the shelf. The ceramic frames crashed like dominoes as I tried to upright myself.
"What have you been up to?" I heard Bill say.
"What does it look like? I busted my head and my arm, and I'm stuck. Why don't you help me here?"
"How long has it been?" he asked.
"How long?! Who cares? Just give me a hand!"
Then, the door opened and in walked Bill who found me crumpled in a heap. I had been interacting with a damned soap opera actor.
So much for my acting debut. I didn't even have an audience when I nearly "broke a leg."