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10:30am - First School
You hear the name Saint Monica's, and you automatically assume a nice, religious image full of nice people. As our two mini-buses pulled up outside, it appeared to be a nice school. We jumped out, eager, and were shown to the reception. Here, there were mounted crosses and even a framed photograph of someone shaking hands with the pope! Then assisted to the theatre, all I could think was how easy this would be.
We expressed a lot of interest in our surroundings, and warmed up, no-one was missing, it seemed to be going near perfect. Then we were told to go to the toilet if we needed it. Two mates and I went in one that positively reeked of pot. We got a lot of funny looks on the corridor trip back. But we weren't allowed back in to the theatre the way we left. We had to cut through the canteen. As We're walking through, I can't help but notice three guys giving evils.
"F***ing look at 'em. F***ing pr!cks!" could be heard, but I thought nothing of it.
"F***ing look at 'em in their f***ing scruffy, black shoes. F***ing scrubbers." My mates left me, but I wasn't standing for it. Automatic reaction, I turned around and went:
"You f***ing what, mate!?" We stared at each other. I couldn't hit him, I'd be thrown off the course, but he wouldn't come and hit me. I went back to the theatre.
Once we were performing, it seemed okay, but I could hear sniggers. A girl named Jaynie said her line, "Is my hair really that frizzy?" to which someone shouted back:
"Yeah, it is."
Then Jade, the largest member of the group stepped forward and delivered her bit. She bullies a girl who claims not to have eaten her sweets. As the bullied girl shouted "I never ate them," a wise-ass could be heard saying:
"No, but she did."
It was still a good performance, though, and we got back in the mini-buses. Neither would start for atleast fifteen minutes. We then discovered that some cocky b@st@rds had unplugged our fuel cables.
1:00pm - Second School
A great audience but a wooden performance, people kept slipping up, and we got such a rollocking afterwards.
I shall post each day's performances in this thread for the next two weeks.
You hear the name Saint Monica's, and you automatically assume a nice, religious image full of nice people. As our two mini-buses pulled up outside, it appeared to be a nice school. We jumped out, eager, and were shown to the reception. Here, there were mounted crosses and even a framed photograph of someone shaking hands with the pope! Then assisted to the theatre, all I could think was how easy this would be.
We expressed a lot of interest in our surroundings, and warmed up, no-one was missing, it seemed to be going near perfect. Then we were told to go to the toilet if we needed it. Two mates and I went in one that positively reeked of pot. We got a lot of funny looks on the corridor trip back. But we weren't allowed back in to the theatre the way we left. We had to cut through the canteen. As We're walking through, I can't help but notice three guys giving evils.
"F***ing look at 'em. F***ing pr!cks!" could be heard, but I thought nothing of it.
"F***ing look at 'em in their f***ing scruffy, black shoes. F***ing scrubbers." My mates left me, but I wasn't standing for it. Automatic reaction, I turned around and went:
"You f***ing what, mate!?" We stared at each other. I couldn't hit him, I'd be thrown off the course, but he wouldn't come and hit me. I went back to the theatre.
Once we were performing, it seemed okay, but I could hear sniggers. A girl named Jaynie said her line, "Is my hair really that frizzy?" to which someone shouted back:
"Yeah, it is."
Then Jade, the largest member of the group stepped forward and delivered her bit. She bullies a girl who claims not to have eaten her sweets. As the bullied girl shouted "I never ate them," a wise-ass could be heard saying:
"No, but she did."
It was still a good performance, though, and we got back in the mini-buses. Neither would start for atleast fifteen minutes. We then discovered that some cocky b@st@rds had unplugged our fuel cables.
1:00pm - Second School
A great audience but a wooden performance, people kept slipping up, and we got such a rollocking afterwards.
I shall post each day's performances in this thread for the next two weeks.
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And then the whole world sighed a giant simultaneous sigh of relief in the knowledge that they'd never have to witness such tripe again. Rejoiceth.
Day Ten - Final Shows
Our last two shows were back at Elton today. The nostalgia of it all. We walked into college, some mates and I had a good guess-the-movie game, and we onto the mini-buses. Our last journey on them to a school...
*Sheds a tear*
We walked back into the familiar theatre, back onto the familiar stage, and had the familiar warm-ups. Soon our very-scallie audience walked in, and we were ready to start. The teacher gave a speech, and the "Mission Impossible" music kicked in. Bang, I was on stage performing Cowboys and Indians. The audience never really laughed... at all really, but they got the message. It was a good show.
The second audience came in, there was a slagging off match between some of the female cast, and we were off again. The prejudice group had many a mistake, and once again the audience looked as happy as a mule. But it was a good 'un to go out on.
After the show, and our final mini-bus journey back to college, we endulged in some grub and a few pints at the local haunt.
The End.
Our last two shows were back at Elton today. The nostalgia of it all. We walked into college, some mates and I had a good guess-the-movie game, and we onto the mini-buses. Our last journey on them to a school...
*Sheds a tear*
We walked back into the familiar theatre, back onto the familiar stage, and had the familiar warm-ups. Soon our very-scallie audience walked in, and we were ready to start. The teacher gave a speech, and the "Mission Impossible" music kicked in. Bang, I was on stage performing Cowboys and Indians. The audience never really laughed... at all really, but they got the message. It was a good show.
The second audience came in, there was a slagging off match between some of the female cast, and we were off again. The prejudice group had many a mistake, and once again the audience looked as happy as a mule. But it was a good 'un to go out on.
After the show, and our final mini-bus journey back to college, we endulged in some grub and a few pints at the local haunt.
The End.
Pretension? On this site? Get out!
Pretentious springs to mind.
t'Azul wrote:
> The Hibernator wrote:
> A regular day at college today
>
> What - no hero's welcome? No flocks of adoring fans begging for
> autographs and offering their hand in marriage?
No, that is a regular day at college for me...
> The Hibernator wrote:
> A regular day at college today
>
> What - no hero's welcome? No flocks of adoring fans begging for
> autographs and offering their hand in marriage?
No, that is a regular day at college for me...
The Hibernator wrote:
> A regular day at college today
What - no hero's welcome? No flocks of adoring fans begging for autographs and offering their hand in marriage?
> A regular day at college today
What - no hero's welcome? No flocks of adoring fans begging for autographs and offering their hand in marriage?
Oh yeah, forgot...
Day Nine
A regular day at college today, and a welcome break from touring. Last two shows are tomorrow. Followed by celebrations/sorrow-drowning in the pub afterwards.
Day Nine
A regular day at college today, and a welcome break from touring. Last two shows are tomorrow. Followed by celebrations/sorrow-drowning in the pub afterwards.
The Hibernator wrote:
> I do happen to be very clever, actually.
*Pats head*
I'm sure you are, kiddo, I'm sure you are.
> I do happen to be very clever, actually.
*Pats head*
I'm sure you are, kiddo, I'm sure you are.
I do happen to be very clever, actually. Pity you can't prove it on a forum, ofcourse. But you don't bother me, it's not like I know you.
I don't know where the Losers' Club perform next, but my theatre group go back to Elton High tomorrow. SO MEH!
I don't know where the Losers' Club perform next, but my theatre group go back to Elton High tomorrow. SO MEH!
And - to steal the djerrud's apt phrase - where are the loser's club "performing" next?
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