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P!55ED OFF, I decided enough was enough and walked off stage. My head in my hands, and comforted by the rest of my group who'd chose to leave the set aswell, I had nothing but disappointment. Our performance - an hour long show split into four fifteen-minute sections; based on prejudice, bullying, teenage problems, and image was going a nightmare.
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.
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Very true. You always need a bad rehearsal just before the real thing to motivate you. Anyway, I'll probably end up back here tomorrow night, I'll update you on how it goes...
i'm sure it'll be ok. now that u've messed up u won't want that to happen again so u'll all try to make it better.
Hence, why it took a diamond to cut the tension.
Surely you can cut anything with a diamond?
In my own big-headed defense, we were perfectly funny.That audience was dull.
Not sure, though I was going to post "Good story, almost had me fooled".
Icarus, is that a good thing or a bad thing? :)
It sounds like the only real problem was the lack of people there. If you all get together and work it out, it'll be top, I'm sure.
That account sounded like a story.
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