I'm sitting in my dressing room at the Actors' Playhouse in Sheridan Square. They've just finished painting it for me, a deep, dark green with cream-colored accents. I have a Berber rug and antique wooden chairs and ornate iron hooks to hang my costumes on. My Judy Garland costumes: a bejeweled gold brocade pantsuit from The Valley of the Dolls, the red chiffon shirred jumpsuit with matching feather trimmed skirt Judy wore in her last concert, a blue silk robe and a full length mink.
And I'm thinking about the first off-Broadway play I did and the dressing room I had and the costumes I wore.
None.
It was a musical entitled Stag Movie, and I starred as an innocent young actress who gets cast in an X-rated film. I sang and danced my way through 13 numbers. In the nude. There was barely a costume in sight, which was just as well because I didn't have an antique chair or ornate iron hook to hang one on. I was grateful we had a bathroom.
They saw me all right. All of me. Upside down in a headstand on a raked bed with my unclothed breasts flapping against my chin. I was grateful I didn't have to tap.
I was a bit concerned about what my mother would say when I told her I'd be performing nude in an off-Broadway show. She was all in favor of my having a career, but she was my mother, after all. I called her before we started rehearsals.
"Off-Broadway, Adrienne?" she asked. "Won't you be taking a cut in salary?"
Well, yes, but that's not the reason we do these things, is it?
And now here I am, 25 years later, off-Broadway once again. The role of Judy Garland in The Property Known as Garland is a job I need to do--a challenge I've never been offered before. The audiences are loving it; they're standing up to applaud at the end. I keep my clothes on. I'm not singing or dancing, and I'm grateful I don't have to tap but this time it's also the job I've dreamed about.