Well, last night was opening night, and tonight was middle night, and both were SO AWESOME, and then we went to IHOP.
We arrived and sat down and took superlong to decide what we were ordering and I ended up getting hot chocolate and pancakes. They were good, if sugary. It wasn't really the food that counted.
We were the only group in the small IHOP universe for a while, and then this other cast from somewhere arrived. They were juniors and seniors. At first we kept to ourselves, then we mingled a bit, then this girl named Kate made a speech and everyone applauded and then.
One guy from the other table comes over to her with a napkin.
Him: Hey.
Him: I just met you.
Kate: ...?
Him: And this is crazy.
Him: But here's my number.
Him: So...
Him: Call me, maybe?
At which point everyone screamed and clapped and went insane. It was excellent. I was hyper. We took a photo that near-perfectly embodies our existence as a group. Our director left eventually, and then people started leaving. But I had the time of my life.
Later, when we were leaving, some people from the other table, who we didn't really know at all, came and hugged us. I really, really like theater people. Generally amazing and somewhat insane.
I love all of the people in Frosh play. There is simply nothing like it. I love our closeness as a cast, how well we know each other, how we have inside jokes and we always have something to talk about. It's kind of beautiful. I'm going to have serious post-play depression. It's culminating in closing night tomorrow. I don't want it to end. I've loved every minute, and I'll miss it so much. All the work, everything - it ends up glorious. Glorious enough that I can get all sappy and sentimental like I am.
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Life, the Universe, and Everything
1: Let's start our being animals club meeting! I'm gonna be a monkey!
2: I'm gonna be an...elephant!
3: And I'm gonna be a lioness! Look at mah hair glow like a lioness, I'm so scary! You're scared of me, you're scared of me! Rarr!
1: It's gonna be hard to drive like this. I'm a monkey, I'm a monkey! Look! Bananas! Let's veer off the road and attack them!
3: Look at me, I'm scary! Rarr, rarr, I'm scary! Aw yeah, you are so scared!
---
1: You're ruining the innocence! So young! So young!
2: It's a chair!
1: It can't say no, how does that make you feel, huh, the chair can't say no! It doesn't have a choice!
---
1: Want to have a look at my toenail collection?
---
1: I have a seizure every time anyone says "um." * seizure *
---
1: My pet turtle died and you're laughing! You're not supposed to laugh at that!
2: Well, you have to admit, it is a funny story...
1: How can you SAY that?!
2: Um, your friend fed it sulfuric acid instead of water! That just doesn't happen!
---
1: I'M TERRIFIED OF SHOES! AHHHH!
---
Girl: You know that time when...umm...we were at your house and your brother was there?
Boy: Um, um...yeah?
Girl: I, well, I, um, may or may not have made out with him...
Boy: ...
Boy: You're SIX YEARS OLD!
Girl: He started it!
---
You see, my friends, I have found the answer to life, the universe, and everything. It is not forty-two, oh no. The answer is - get ready for it - IMPROV.
Why is anyone impersonating animals? Improv. Why did someone's friend feed a turtle sulfuric acid? Improv. Why did a six-year-old make out with someone? Improv...or something really, REALLY, wrong.
2: I'm gonna be an...elephant!
3: And I'm gonna be a lioness! Look at mah hair glow like a lioness, I'm so scary! You're scared of me, you're scared of me! Rarr!
1: It's gonna be hard to drive like this. I'm a monkey, I'm a monkey! Look! Bananas! Let's veer off the road and attack them!
3: Look at me, I'm scary! Rarr, rarr, I'm scary! Aw yeah, you are so scared!
---
1: You're ruining the innocence! So young! So young!
2: It's a chair!
1: It can't say no, how does that make you feel, huh, the chair can't say no! It doesn't have a choice!
---
1: Want to have a look at my toenail collection?
---
1: I have a seizure every time anyone says "um." * seizure *
---
1: My pet turtle died and you're laughing! You're not supposed to laugh at that!
2: Well, you have to admit, it is a funny story...
1: How can you SAY that?!
2: Um, your friend fed it sulfuric acid instead of water! That just doesn't happen!
---
1: I'M TERRIFIED OF SHOES! AHHHH!
---
Girl: You know that time when...umm...we were at your house and your brother was there?
Boy: Um, um...yeah?
Girl: I, well, I, um, may or may not have made out with him...
Boy: ...
Boy: You're SIX YEARS OLD!
Girl: He started it!
---
You see, my friends, I have found the answer to life, the universe, and everything. It is not forty-two, oh no. The answer is - get ready for it - IMPROV.
Why is anyone impersonating animals? Improv. Why did someone's friend feed a turtle sulfuric acid? Improv. Why did a six-year-old make out with someone? Improv...or something really, REALLY, wrong.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Filmin'
In the recess between theater classes today, I got out my camera, snapped some photos, then decided a video would probably be better.
"Why are you filming? So you don't forget?"
"I guess."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You won't forget us if you try. We'll be chasing you in your dreams."
Basically, once people realized I was filming, they flocked around me, trying to get in the video. It ended up being about twenty minutes long, and it would have been longer if the battery hadn't died. And I've promised to bring a full battery tomorrow and next Tuesday. We'll see how this turns out...
"Why are you filming? So you don't forget?"
"I guess."
"Oh, don't worry about that. You won't forget us if you try. We'll be chasing you in your dreams."
Basically, once people realized I was filming, they flocked around me, trying to get in the video. It ended up being about twenty minutes long, and it would have been longer if the battery hadn't died. And I've promised to bring a full battery tomorrow and next Tuesday. We'll see how this turns out...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Open Class
Today in Theater we had an open class day. That means that all the other eighth graders came to watch us, two classes at a time.
In first period we had our first open class, which was an iffy performance. We were all a bit embarrassed and we hadn't really gotten into it yet. But after that show we had almost two hours to do nothing - they didn't even make us go back to class. We got into heated conversations, so loud that we were yelling, and went sort of crazy. Everyone was particularly surprised at me, because it was the first time I really showed off my loudness when I'm hyper. I'm actually still a bit hoarse from that. We got so utterly hyper that we went into various displays of randomness, and being that it was theater and we're all psychos, it got to be handstands and cartwheels and splits and imitations of drunkards. Someone summarized The Butterfly Effect, which is a movie, except he didn't make it short - it took 45 minutes for us to get through the random plot points and for him to impress upon us the creepiness, violence, and just wrongness of much of the movie. One girl did my makeup, as she'd done for most of the girls in the class before the first show. The whole day, from 8 to 1, I was barefoot - no shoes, no socks.
At 11:30 we had our second "show," which was considerably better than the first one, and much more fun. By then I wasn't embarrassed in the least, not anymore. They're just people, same as us. After our last show, which was by far the best, we all congratulated each other. I skipped around the now-empty studio and drank out of the giant water bottle that was being passed around. We had spent the whole day performing and hanging around with the psycho class. We're all mad, but all the best people are.
In first period we had our first open class, which was an iffy performance. We were all a bit embarrassed and we hadn't really gotten into it yet. But after that show we had almost two hours to do nothing - they didn't even make us go back to class. We got into heated conversations, so loud that we were yelling, and went sort of crazy. Everyone was particularly surprised at me, because it was the first time I really showed off my loudness when I'm hyper. I'm actually still a bit hoarse from that. We got so utterly hyper that we went into various displays of randomness, and being that it was theater and we're all psychos, it got to be handstands and cartwheels and splits and imitations of drunkards. Someone summarized The Butterfly Effect, which is a movie, except he didn't make it short - it took 45 minutes for us to get through the random plot points and for him to impress upon us the creepiness, violence, and just wrongness of much of the movie. One girl did my makeup, as she'd done for most of the girls in the class before the first show. The whole day, from 8 to 1, I was barefoot - no shoes, no socks.
At 11:30 we had our second "show," which was considerably better than the first one, and much more fun. By then I wasn't embarrassed in the least, not anymore. They're just people, same as us. After our last show, which was by far the best, we all congratulated each other. I skipped around the now-empty studio and drank out of the giant water bottle that was being passed around. We had spent the whole day performing and hanging around with the psycho class. We're all mad, but all the best people are.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Faults
Yesterday, on the bus to Hamlet, we decided that theater class is where all the freaks are, all the psychos. I'm not sure if that's precisely true, but we do have some of the crazier people.
So we were trying to figure out what each of our psychological faults are.
"I'm hyperactive," said one boy.
"You're a drama queen," someone said to a girl.
"I'm hyperactive, I have concentration problems, and I am dyslexic," said another boy.
"And me?" I asked. "What's my psychological fault?"
"You?" they said. "You're American."
Well then.
So we were trying to figure out what each of our psychological faults are.
"I'm hyperactive," said one boy.
"You're a drama queen," someone said to a girl.
"I'm hyperactive, I have concentration problems, and I am dyslexic," said another boy.
"And me?" I asked. "What's my psychological fault?"
"You?" they said. "You're American."
Well then.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Hamlet
My theater class went to see Hamlet today.
It was at the Cameri Theater, which is one of the most famous theaters in the city. The theater in which the show was performed was really quite an interesting concept: it was not just a crowd and a stage; it was a crowd within a stage. The seats could spin all the way around, to enable you to see what was going on at all times. There was an aisle straight through the middle of the seating area and stages all around the room. They supported this idea with the notion that the audience is comprised of "the silent participants" and that this brings the crowd further into the production. Sometimes the actors would interact with us and even walk between the seats. One girl (incidentally another Shira) was sat on by Hamlet. There were huge fans of his in the crowd, who were all extremely jealous of her.
The production was a more modern rendition of the play; electronics and modern dress were part of the show. In one scene, Hamlet is wearing headphones, supposedly listening to something - but the headphones aren't plugged in to anything (this is just after he begins to go crazy), so he's just dancing to nothing.
I enjoyed it immensely; the acting was phenomenal, the monologues well-done. And there was comic relief. Always important.
You know what? Shakespeare really was quite brilliant.
It was at the Cameri Theater, which is one of the most famous theaters in the city. The theater in which the show was performed was really quite an interesting concept: it was not just a crowd and a stage; it was a crowd within a stage. The seats could spin all the way around, to enable you to see what was going on at all times. There was an aisle straight through the middle of the seating area and stages all around the room. They supported this idea with the notion that the audience is comprised of "the silent participants" and that this brings the crowd further into the production. Sometimes the actors would interact with us and even walk between the seats. One girl (incidentally another Shira) was sat on by Hamlet. There were huge fans of his in the crowd, who were all extremely jealous of her.
The production was a more modern rendition of the play; electronics and modern dress were part of the show. In one scene, Hamlet is wearing headphones, supposedly listening to something - but the headphones aren't plugged in to anything (this is just after he begins to go crazy), so he's just dancing to nothing.
I enjoyed it immensely; the acting was phenomenal, the monologues well-done. And there was comic relief. Always important.
You know what? Shakespeare really was quite brilliant.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Evening at the Theater
Last night, our theater teacher took us to, well, the theater.
At 7:30 all of us met up at school and boarded buses that took us to the Gesher Theater. We were about eighty or ninety kids in all in grades 7-12. The show was Harvey, about a man (Elwood P. Dowd) who has an imaginary friend named Harvey, who is (in the English version) a six-foot, three-and-one-half inch tall pooka which takes the form of a white rabbit. His sister, who is embarrassed of his insistence that Harvey exists, tries to commit him into a sanatorium. However, they end up committing her instead on the pretense that she is the one that is not quite sane. When the sane and insane are sorted out, a search for Elwood begins. The production plays with our views of sanity and its benefits.
After the show, we were all saying, "Ah, now where is Harvey? I want to drink a martini and carrot juice with him" (that's what Elwood would order for Harvey) and "Sane people ruin the world." Which is true, on some grounds.
The evening ended up being quite rainy, but still enjoyable. It was one of the better experiences I've had here. And we're going to see Hamlet on Tuesday! Whoopee!
Cheers, guys, and happy Friday!
At 7:30 all of us met up at school and boarded buses that took us to the Gesher Theater. We were about eighty or ninety kids in all in grades 7-12. The show was Harvey, about a man (Elwood P. Dowd) who has an imaginary friend named Harvey, who is (in the English version) a six-foot, three-and-one-half inch tall pooka which takes the form of a white rabbit. His sister, who is embarrassed of his insistence that Harvey exists, tries to commit him into a sanatorium. However, they end up committing her instead on the pretense that she is the one that is not quite sane. When the sane and insane are sorted out, a search for Elwood begins. The production plays with our views of sanity and its benefits.
After the show, we were all saying, "Ah, now where is Harvey? I want to drink a martini and carrot juice with him" (that's what Elwood would order for Harvey) and "Sane people ruin the world." Which is true, on some grounds.
The evening ended up being quite rainy, but still enjoyable. It was one of the better experiences I've had here. And we're going to see Hamlet on Tuesday! Whoopee!
Cheers, guys, and happy Friday!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)