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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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Because allegedly getting an A* in drama = intelligence, right?
Oh, wait...
So you've essentially proved my idea that you're an idiot in that one post.
Ta.
Oh, wait...
So you've essentially proved my idea that you're an idiot in that one post.
Ta.
So you knew my GCSE grades, then?
A* for drama, ofcourse.
A* for drama, ofcourse.
Then your choice of what to say must always be quite limited if that's the case, y'know.
And if you thought what I said was an attempt to be witty - you're an idiot.
But I knew that already.
And if you thought what I said was an attempt to be witty - you're an idiot.
But I knew that already.
I can only write witty replies in answer to witty remarks.
Gahahha what the hell?
That makes absolutely no sense at all.
And "your mum" jokes are possibly the most crap retort ever used, y'know.
Surely being a highly trained thespian, you should have been able to quickly come up with some witty reply, non?
That makes absolutely no sense at all.
And "your mum" jokes are possibly the most crap retort ever used, y'know.
Surely being a highly trained thespian, you should have been able to quickly come up with some witty reply, non?
t'Azul wrote:
> The Hibernator wrote:
> that's the life of the actor
>
> Ahaghgahgahghgaghahghga
> You're so incredibly full of it.
>
> You're doing some sh*te play. About bullying.
> Hardly Shakespeare, is it?
I am full of it aren't I? Much like your mum.
> The Hibernator wrote:
> that's the life of the actor
>
> Ahaghgahgahghgaghahghga
> You're so incredibly full of it.
>
> You're doing some sh*te play. About bullying.
> Hardly Shakespeare, is it?
I am full of it aren't I? Much like your mum.
The Hibernator wrote:
> that's the life of the actor
Ahaghgahgahghgaghahghga
You're so incredibly full of it.
You're doing some sh*te play. About bullying.
Hardly Shakespeare, is it?
> that's the life of the actor
Ahaghgahgahghgaghahghga
You're so incredibly full of it.
You're doing some sh*te play. About bullying.
Hardly Shakespeare, is it?
no thanks
*Reads through gerrid's posts*
Up yours.
Up yours.
Day Eight
Five-thirty in the morning, and the alarm goes off. I wasn't aware there was such a time. My mate and I forced ourselves out of our beds, and got ready to leave just an hour later.
At college for 7:30, raining very heavily. We're all stood in the smoking-shelter waiting for the mini-buses to arrive. They do so; and we pile in and head to Parranthorn School, where we'll be all day, in Prestwich.
8:30am - 12th Performance So Far
Warmed-up and ready to perform for nine o'clock. Too right, it went a storm. It was a very nice theatre, despite the school looking like a prison and having a smashed window. The audience loved it, and didn't even realise that we were four people short. Two of them were from my group, but we covered well.
11:00am - 13th Performance So far
An amazing performance, the people who were missing in the first show were back, and we dazzled 'em.
2:00pm - 14th Performance So far
An even more amazing performance. The audience were b@st@rds, but we were fantastic. We all complained at the end ofcourse, that the audience was s**t, but that's the life of the actor. We proudly got on the min-buses back to college, and then back home.
Five-thirty in the morning, and the alarm goes off. I wasn't aware there was such a time. My mate and I forced ourselves out of our beds, and got ready to leave just an hour later.
At college for 7:30, raining very heavily. We're all stood in the smoking-shelter waiting for the mini-buses to arrive. They do so; and we pile in and head to Parranthorn School, where we'll be all day, in Prestwich.
8:30am - 12th Performance So Far
Warmed-up and ready to perform for nine o'clock. Too right, it went a storm. It was a very nice theatre, despite the school looking like a prison and having a smashed window. The audience loved it, and didn't even realise that we were four people short. Two of them were from my group, but we covered well.
11:00am - 13th Performance So far
An amazing performance, the people who were missing in the first show were back, and we dazzled 'em.
2:00pm - 14th Performance So far
An even more amazing performance. The audience were b@st@rds, but we were fantastic. We all complained at the end ofcourse, that the audience was s**t, but that's the life of the actor. We proudly got on the min-buses back to college, and then back home.
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