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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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Well, it looks like the caterpillar has emerged from the cocoon as a shark with a gun for a mouth.
No reply, Hibey wins.
No reply, Hibey wins.
aahahahahahahaahahaha
aaah, i miss touring...
The Hibernator wrote:
> Well, it looks like the caterpillar has emerged from the cocoon as a
> shark with a gun for a mouth.
>
Hark! What witchcraft is this?
> Well, it looks like the caterpillar has emerged from the cocoon as a
> shark with a gun for a mouth.
>
Hark! What witchcraft is this?
Day Two
Up at six-thirty this morning! That may not mean anything to some of you, but to me it was blue murder. I knew I had to get up, but it took me twenty minutes to do so. A wash, a shave, a tooth-brushing later, and I was dressed in my blacks. Black being our costume requirements. I'd done my hair, which looked horrible by the way; and actually had breakfast, a rare treat for me.
Out the front door by seven-thirty, and at college for twenty past eight. After the usual chit-chat, we were on the mini-buses to a school about half-an-hour's drive away called Wood Hey. It had a much nicer feel than the schools from yesterday did. A teacher even waved at me from a classroom window, so flattered I was.
We were shown to the theatre, the acoustics were good, the floor wasn't slippy. Only problem was that we had to do our warm-up exercises infront of a crowd, which we're not used to. Not embarrassing, just a bit stupid-looking playing "Head, shoulders, knees, and toes" to a bunch of high-schoolers.
We came to perform, and apart from the odd slip-up, and the odd line going over someone else's, and some people being too quiet; it went REALLY well. I did better, but I still don't think I gave it quite my all. It's tough being first on stage. By the end, we had all the audience clapping, and the teachers bowled over. I still though we'd get a roasting, but our tutors loved it, minus it's little errors. A mini-bus ride home, we all sung "Park Life", and that's it - another day done.
Up at six-thirty this morning! That may not mean anything to some of you, but to me it was blue murder. I knew I had to get up, but it took me twenty minutes to do so. A wash, a shave, a tooth-brushing later, and I was dressed in my blacks. Black being our costume requirements. I'd done my hair, which looked horrible by the way; and actually had breakfast, a rare treat for me.
Out the front door by seven-thirty, and at college for twenty past eight. After the usual chit-chat, we were on the mini-buses to a school about half-an-hour's drive away called Wood Hey. It had a much nicer feel than the schools from yesterday did. A teacher even waved at me from a classroom window, so flattered I was.
We were shown to the theatre, the acoustics were good, the floor wasn't slippy. Only problem was that we had to do our warm-up exercises infront of a crowd, which we're not used to. Not embarrassing, just a bit stupid-looking playing "Head, shoulders, knees, and toes" to a bunch of high-schoolers.
We came to perform, and apart from the odd slip-up, and the odd line going over someone else's, and some people being too quiet; it went REALLY well. I did better, but I still don't think I gave it quite my all. It's tough being first on stage. By the end, we had all the audience clapping, and the teachers bowled over. I still though we'd get a roasting, but our tutors loved it, minus it's little errors. A mini-bus ride home, we all sung "Park Life", and that's it - another day done.
Only one performance today? Should be perfect tomorrow, third time lucky (third day lucky anyway).
I dunno...
Tomorrow, we go to a place called Derby. It's meant to be pretty rough. If the atmosphere isn't just right, I know people'll be put off.
Tomorrow, we go to a place called Derby. It's meant to be pretty rough. If the atmosphere isn't just right, I know people'll be put off.
This is getting good. Pass the popcorn!
Cheers. Should be fun tomorrow. Or am I being sarcastic? I don't even know anymore...
It's because you're that good an actor, you're deceiving yourself!
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