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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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Cheers man. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but it should be good. I just wanna have fun with it, and get back with the rest of the group.
I'm sure it'll be ok mate
Well, we had everyone else that same morning, and it was a damn site better. But, it was still flat. We need to do some proper warm-ups.
But surely when you get your other actors back, it'll all be fine?
No, I'm a college student. It's TIE (Theatre In Education) and I suppose she was right to tell us off. Either way, for a last rehearsal, it truly was disasterous. A fellow cast member laughed when a character died!
RoJ wrote:
> 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.
> 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.
JFH wrote:
> How come three people were missing? At least it was only a rehersal
> though.
1. Funeral
2. Hospital
3. English Lesson. WTF?
> How come three people were missing? At least it was only a rehersal
> though.
1. Funeral
2. Hospital
3. English Lesson. WTF?
How come three people were missing? At least it was only a rehersal though.
You should have told her to go to hell. I wouldn't have sat there and taken that crap.
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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