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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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Everything seems to go wrong, are you sure you're not just making this up to amuse us/yourself?
You can't make this stuff up, Lil Bro. Today just wasn't a good day. We've got around thirteen more shows to do yet. Unfortunetly in this business, some shows can't be great. Don't know why, they just can't.
Day 4 - 5th Perfromance So Far...
It had the depressing look of a prison. Completely fenced off, barred windows, and security cameras everywhere. It was quater past one and to add to the atmosphere, it was raining. We didn't know how to even get into this school, or whether we really wanted to. We had to approach a gate, buzz in, and explain that we were the performers doing a theatre-in-education session.
We dried off in the reception and were presented with visitor's badges. Something didn't feel right. I was the only one who felt this way, and kept pacing up and down. I said I felt something bad was in the air. A girl named Jo had to tell me off. We were shown to the theatre, which once again didn't have a great acoustic, but had a good feel to it. We did two vocal warm-ups and a dance warm-up, and we were ready to go.
Some people were starting to get put off, however. Some kids had been pratting around, trying to get into the room and distract us while we'd been dancing. Our tutor was getting annoyed, and the rest of us were slumped exhausted on the stage.
Soon Jo returned to me and said, "You know when you said something was bad about this place, well we haven't bropught any of the music!"
I laughed.
Our tutor had to go back to college (which was a fair drive away) while we chose to laze about. The audience entered, they all looked untrusting. We were without our music and couldn't perform, however, so we had to show them our warm-ups all over again. SHATTERING. Then speeches about the importance of performing were made, and then our tutor came back.
We took on frozen images in the background, instead of just standing with our backs to the audience. This was a lot more comfortable, and we performed really well. The audience never took it seriously, and sniggered, and made nasty comments, but it was a solid performance. Once again, yesterday's fainter went into the shakes and had to go off, but we did really well.
I talked to the girl I like, which always does wonders for my ego, and soon we were all catching the metrolink back home.
It had the depressing look of a prison. Completely fenced off, barred windows, and security cameras everywhere. It was quater past one and to add to the atmosphere, it was raining. We didn't know how to even get into this school, or whether we really wanted to. We had to approach a gate, buzz in, and explain that we were the performers doing a theatre-in-education session.
We dried off in the reception and were presented with visitor's badges. Something didn't feel right. I was the only one who felt this way, and kept pacing up and down. I said I felt something bad was in the air. A girl named Jo had to tell me off. We were shown to the theatre, which once again didn't have a great acoustic, but had a good feel to it. We did two vocal warm-ups and a dance warm-up, and we were ready to go.
Some people were starting to get put off, however. Some kids had been pratting around, trying to get into the room and distract us while we'd been dancing. Our tutor was getting annoyed, and the rest of us were slumped exhausted on the stage.
Soon Jo returned to me and said, "You know when you said something was bad about this place, well we haven't bropught any of the music!"
I laughed.
Our tutor had to go back to college (which was a fair drive away) while we chose to laze about. The audience entered, they all looked untrusting. We were without our music and couldn't perform, however, so we had to show them our warm-ups all over again. SHATTERING. Then speeches about the importance of performing were made, and then our tutor came back.
We took on frozen images in the background, instead of just standing with our backs to the audience. This was a lot more comfortable, and we performed really well. The audience never took it seriously, and sniggered, and made nasty comments, but it was a solid performance. Once again, yesterday's fainter went into the shakes and had to go off, but we did really well.
I talked to the girl I like, which always does wonders for my ego, and soon we were all catching the metrolink back home.
That's good(ish) news.
JFH wrote:
> That's good(ish) news.
I suppose. Didn't beat Day Two. But you did say "ish"...
> That's good(ish) news.
I suppose. Didn't beat Day Two. But you did say "ish"...
I'm off to a party, so you'll get today's details tomorrow.
Expect the unexpected.
Expect the unexpected.
Day Five - 6th Performance So Far
The word "DIVE" comes to mind when I think of yesterday's school - Coney Green. We performed in a freezing cold and very small sports hall. It had no proper stage, and a bad backdrop which we had to stare at when not performing.
The sudience never took it in, Lucy got the shakes AGAIN, and had to go off, my friend Kim had to run off and be sick, a girl named Rachael had to sit down. And yous truly had a panic attack. Not pleasant and not a performance I'll be celebrating any time soon.
The word "DIVE" comes to mind when I think of yesterday's school - Coney Green. We performed in a freezing cold and very small sports hall. It had no proper stage, and a bad backdrop which we had to stare at when not performing.
The sudience never took it in, Lucy got the shakes AGAIN, and had to go off, my friend Kim had to run off and be sick, a girl named Rachael had to sit down. And yous truly had a panic attack. Not pleasant and not a performance I'll be celebrating any time soon.
I've come to the conclusion that the whole lot of you are crap, and should just give up now.
And a travelling show on bullying.
Possibly the most fantastic idea ever.
And a travelling show on bullying.
Possibly the most fantastic idea ever.
Blau wrote:
> I've come to the conclusion that the whole lot of you are crap, and
> should just give up now.
> And a travelling show on bullying.
>
> Possibly the most fantastic idea ever.
Just shut up you waster.
> I've come to the conclusion that the whole lot of you are crap, and
> should just give up now.
> And a travelling show on bullying.
>
> Possibly the most fantastic idea ever.
Just shut up you waster.
Why don't you just sack this Lucy person? She's obviously a useless actress if she faints everytime she goes on stage.
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