I know this has happened to many people, myself included, and it always eats a bag of poo.
Since people are always asking advice, I figured I'd help 'em out, being an AMAZING experienced dancer and all...

There are two things you must stockpile at your house:
1. safety pins
2. bobby pins

I play the game How Many Pins Can I Have On My Body after I finish. The higher the number, the SAFER.
Well, except for last night...

Last night I wore my hair down for a performance.
WHAT?!?!!!! Don't tribal girls have to pile 5 kilos (bless the metric system, the only way to go) of shit on their heads? No. No you don't. Just AVOID THE FOREHEAD BAND. It's illegal, punishable by Death.
Anyhoo, I attached some extensions to my head with toupee clips to add some red and volume. 3 wefts is enough, but one of the wefts was not secured with bobby pins. This was a BAD IDEA.
Evidently, during some whip turns I looked down and low & behold my hair had parted from my head and was lying on the stage like roadkill. My performance (to live music) was only halfway through, so without time to figure what to do, I gracefully scooped it off the floor and STUCK IT DOWN MY PANTS. Yes, I did. And as I was sticking it down my pants I looked at the audience and said, 'Yes, I'm really doing this." and smiled. With my new shiny pubic weft, I continued to dance, accentuating it with strong hip movements and sly arm gestures. It went well. Then I snatched (heh, heh) the hair out of my pants and tucked in my bra at my armpit. I made a French face and continued with strong chest movements. It was beautiful. Next, I found a bald guy. Luckily, one of the band members was bald. I placed the hair piece on his head and continued dancing.
Since the worst had already happened, it was time to figure out what else could go wrong. Experimentation is the best way to go, people. I started whipping my hair around so that any black metal band would have been proud. The rest of the hair pieces stayed on. My hypothesis was correct: You must place bobby pins on your head regardless of what hair accessories you're wearing as if you are dressing up like a Cenobite. (if you don't know what that is, here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ceno...ellraiser) YOU'RE FIRED.)

What did we learn from this excursion?
1. when in doubt, pin the bejesus out of it.
2. find the bald guy.
3. never panic.
4. shoving things down your pants always makes everything better.

*this message has been brought to you by someone else. not me. ignore my avatar. I'm a LADY. I don't do dirty things.*

PS. yes i do.