It was a musical re-imagining of Robin Hood, and I got the role of the Sheriff of Nottingham. But before your head fills with the debonair villainry, you should know the story was also re-shaped as a broad farce, and the Sheriff as a blithering idiot. I had two long monologues, and both were litanies of iconic film dialogue, like this:
Also: I wore a full-length purple vest-robe and about two dozen water pistols on strings.
The show was a hit, and I bonded with the writer/director, a non-faculty ringer who made extra cash herding
But we didn't have a play the next year. The ringer got a better gig at a bigger school, and they couldn't find anyone to replace him.