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"Today's Performance/s"

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.

What the hell are any of these people acting for?

It's quite obvious none of you can cope with the pressure of being on stage, and the fact that every performance seems to be completely negative proves that you all, in fact, suck.

What kind of an actor has a panic attack?

gaybys wrote:
> What kind of an actor has a panic attack?

A truly crap one, ie, every single one of them.

Lucy is an epileptic.

I have a hole in my heart.

The atmosphere sucked.

So all the critics can gladly kick their own asses.

If she's epileptic, why did she choose to perform on stage with all the bright lights and things?

The Hibernator wrote:
> Lucy is an epileptic.

If she's going to have a fit every time she goes on stage, she shouldn't bother.

> I have a hole in my heart.

And ever since Donny Osmond turned down my proposal, I've had one too.
It doesn't stop me.


> The atmosphere sucked.

Because the play sucked?
You're supposed to make the atmosphere.

At the end of the day, we still make the audience laugh. And in some really sad scenes we've brought girls to tears. But for my standards (which are HIGH), we just didn't perform well enough.

Well ain't that just the damnest thing, De Niro?

I remember a play like that at my school.

At the end we got "Talk to Frank" cards. Good time had by all.

We give out Childline numbers :)

The Latin American Street Children Organisation are coming to my school next week to give a presentation, apparently.

They want to teach us about glue-sniffing or something.