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It was our final rehearsal to a test audience before moving onto schools on Monday, starting with Saint Monica's in Manchester.
As a member of the prejudice group (the first bunch of people on stage), I was worried that we were missing three members and would have to cover for them. We did, and we sucked. Our audience sat there, sombre, unmoved, not clapping at the end. The next forty-five minutes, inwhich I am meant to stand at the back of the satge without fidgeting just didn't seem worth staying on for.
Alas, other people decided that they, too, would jib off. It was like we were deliberately asking to be punished. It came to an end, and as we all took part for the finale and limped off stage, we were called back. Our test audience left, and our tutor sat there staring at us. We froze, sat on the floor, you could have cut the tension with a diamond. I hid my face behind a friend, and everyone else took the hung-head-of-shame position.
"I don't know who got the idea into your little heads that you could walk off stage. That was worse than this morning! That was S**T"
No-one moved.
She made for the exit, "You can go."
It was still a few seconds before anyone dared get up off the floor.
It was our final rehearsal to a test audience before moving onto schools on Monday, starting with Saint Monica's in Manchester.
As a member of the prejudice group (the first bunch of people on stage), I was worried that we were missing three members and would have to cover for them. We did, and we sucked. Our audience sat there, sombre, unmoved, not clapping at the end. The next forty-five minutes, inwhich I am meant to stand at the back of the satge without fidgeting just didn't seem worth staying on for.
Alas, other people decided that they, too, would jib off. It was like we were deliberately asking to be punished. It came to an end, and as we all took part for the finale and limped off stage, we were called back. Our test audience left, and our tutor sat there staring at us. We froze, sat on the floor, you could have cut the tension with a diamond. I hid my face behind a friend, and everyone else took the hung-head-of-shame position.
"I don't know who got the idea into your little heads that you could walk off stage. That was worse than this morning! That was S**T"
No-one moved.
She made for the exit, "You can go."
It was still a few seconds before anyone dared get up off the floor.
> How come three people were missing? At least it was only a rehersal
> though.
1. Funeral
2. Hospital
3. English Lesson. WTF?
> You should have told her to go to hell. I wouldn't have sat there and
> taken that crap.
Totally agree.
I presume you're doing it out of will? Didn't quite understand why you're doing the play, paid? made to? what?
But if it's your will, just feck off! If it was really that bad, no point staying.