Flashback...Ugh!!!!

I the deep recesses of my mind, I had hidden this memory, if only to forget one of the most embarrassing moments of my young life...but here it is,brought to the surface by accident, while cleaning my garage and looking through boxes.
Picture this:
The year is 1988. I am barely 19 years old and, obviously looking at the photo, completely dumb as rocks. I've decided I can be a rock star and joined my then-boyfriend Stacy's band, Virtu, as a back-up singer. We thought we were going to be the next big thing out of New Mexico, so we wanted to do a special show for all our fans, family and friends. One of my fathers friends, Mr. Lescombes, owned a winery in Old Mesilla. He had also recently purchased the Fountain Theatre, an old theatre building in the center of town that had not been used for decades. In exchange for letting us perform our show there, Mr. Lescombes wanted us to clean, paint, rebuild the stage...in short give his property a complete overhaul free of charge. We worked on it for about two weeks, cleaning like crazy and even trying to restore a painted mural on one of the walls.
We sent out official invites to everyone we knew, set up tables, even served wine, compliments of Mr. Lescombes.
The picture is taken on the night of the big show. The stars, from left to right, are Mike on guitar, Jeff on bass, Shannon on drums, Stacy on keyboards and Lisa, the other back-up singer. Of course, I am smack in the middle, with my overly-done-frizzy-poodle-what-the-hell-was-I-thinking hairdo.
The lights go down, everyone starts clapping, clamoring for just one look at the giganto stars. We are still upstairs in the "green room" getting ready. The time comes for our grand entrance, we are going to run down the stairs in the dark, so the guests can't see us and surprise them on stage.
Shannon is the first, starts running across the theatre, trips on a step we all forgot was there, goes flying through the air and falls on his face. Like a bunch of dominoes, one after the other, we run and trip on the same step, falling one on top of the other. I, of course, in full show regalia, was wearing 4 inch heels, panty hose and a barely-hiding-my-ass miniskirt. When I fell, both my knees were scraped, along with both my hands. Ended up going on stage, in front of 200 people, with ripped pantyhose, bloodied knees and barely holding back tears. Shannon had bruised his wrist, almost fractured it, and played drums the whole show through blinding pain.
Needless to say, we never made it big. On the other hand, still have matching scars on my knees to remind me of my brush with fame.