When I auditioned for the role, the director assured me that I would not be expected to flip off of a trampoline, which was good, because that was at the top of the list of things I was completely unable to do. The very next item on the list was "play the drums." Not a problem. Also, this character was a surfer. I am paler than a freshly laid egg on a bed of new-fallen snow. Again, not an issue. What I did have was a passable impression of Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High and a keen knack for ... wait, no, that was basically it.
Despite being seemingly wrong for the part in every conceivable way, I was cast in the role. I spent a week learning the choreography and how to fake playing the drums. All of the singing was done over a prerecorded track. I learned to dance, fake drum, and fake sing all at once without poking myself in the eye while spinning my drumsticks -- just in time for a 14-day, five-country tour of Europe. Oh, and did I mention that we performed as giant anthropomorphic animals? No? It must have slipped my mind. I was a lion, of course, because lions are nature's drummers (duh). Lance was my name, and according to a bio that I had absolutely no part in writing, I liked spending my down time "working out at muscle beach or meditating in Malibu."
So. Pretty cool guy.