Problem Child

In drama class, for over a month now, we've been working on a Canadian One Act Play, written by... actually I don't know who wrote it, but it's entitled "Problem Child". We were supposed to perform last Thursday. THEN, we were supposed to perform Tuesday. Then yesterday. And now, (hopefully), we'll get to perform today. But group members keep skipping out on rehearsal and it's pissing me off.

So, I took some more time to work on it tonight. I'm playing RJ, a man. We wrap up my boobs and I wear a hat to cover my hair and everything. It's wicked. So I've been working on the change in my posture, swaying instead of putting all my weight on one leg - you know, stuff like that.

Anyways, I thought I'd share an excerpt with you this morning! :)

Denise: I told him what she said to me. That I won't be getting the baby 'cause I don't go to church and I don't cook.
RJ: She said that?
Denise: Yeah she said that.
RJ: She said :I'm sorry Denise but you can't have your child back because we've found out you're a lousy cook?"
Denise: Yes! She said that! Exactly!
RJ: And so you killed her?!
Denise: I didn't kill her.
RJ: No you didn't kill her. You thought about killing her with the gun you told me you didn't have but you didn't really kill her. Oh you squeezed her hand a little. But that was it. Come on, Denise. There's a lot of blood in that bathroom. A lot!
Denise: I didn't kill her. I didn't kill her, I'm telling you!
RJ: Good thing I didn't go in there unprepared. If I'd gone in there not knowing... All that blood. Good thing I went right for the TV. I mean you're down on me watching television but it's a damn good ting I wanted to watch television instead of taking a piss, or I might really be fucked up now! Because I would've thought that was your blood. Your blood. And I would've though you'd hurt yourself. Really bad... And I would have freaked... Okay. But that didn't happen. Something else happened. Let's try and stay with what really happened.
Denise: Good idea...
RJ: She died?
Denise: Yeah.
RJ: Accidentally.
Denise. Ah... Yeah...
RJ: You got Phillie on your side and he helped you get rid of the body.
Denise: Yeah.
RJ: Because you had to... because you couldn't call the goddamn police or a goddamn ambulance like most people... even though it was a fucking accident you had to get rid of the body. Sure. That makes sense! Oh my God. On my God what have you done. We could have appealed. She wasn't the only social worker in this city. We could have appealed. (he grabs Denise) You didn't have to kill her. Killing her was not the right thing to do!
Denise: Listen to me!
RJ: It was a bad idea! Bad bad bad-
Denise: Listen to me. Listen!
RJ: Bad!

New Song Coming Along!

A while ago now, I started a song. And the inspiration stopped suddenly, and I found that I couldn't go further with it. Well. I found it the other day and was playing around with ideas - and some of them actually work! ;) Which excites me. I'd like to finish it before Christmas - just as long as school doesn't get in my way! :)

Oh! And I made one of the One Act Plays at school! Pretty awesome, I'd say. I seriously can't wait. It'll be a fun change from A Midsummer Night's Dream! But I am going to have A LOT on my plate for next semester. Three tough classes. Writer's Craft, a Family Psych course, and English. Yikes. I'm going to be writing A LOT. Oh well. Better sleep now while I can!

:)

More Puck 5 ;)

Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

More Puck 4!!

The king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
But, they do square, that all their elves for fear
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there.

More Puck 3!

Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

More Puck 2 ;)

Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.

More Puck :)

 My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head:
Anon his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears
thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all
things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.

Puck's Final Monologue

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

Puck

:) Can you believe that in a few months, I am going to be performing at the Grand Theatre for A Midsummer Night's Dream?

Yeah, me neither.

I got the phone call yesterday night and completely flipped. I'm playing Puck. I think I've surprised a lot of people by getting this role - which is awesome. I can only hope that I make em' proud.

SO, I've started getting into character. Studying, and such, if you will. It's going to take me a while, but I'm so excited to be a part of such a magical play.

Sick and Tired.

The title to this blog post explains it all. I've felt deathly ill for about three days now. It's horrible. I had to perform for the Revue sick. My asthma has been out of whack. And I'm exhausted. Not physically. Emotionally. Mentally. I don't know how much more of these people I can take.

Call Backs are tomorrow. I'm not nervous. Not excited. Just worried. I'm super sick. I don't want them kicking me about because my nose is drooling or anything ;). I just want to do good. I want the experience. And tomorrow is another chance at that.

Also, auditions for the one acts at school start Wednesday. An acquaintance signed me up first, for Wednesday. I'm cool with that. No biggie or anything. But I DO have to have my One Act Play for drama class memorized this weekend. And I don't think I'll be able to. :/ Gaaaah. We're fucked. Because we're supposed to perform Thursday or Friday. I can't do it.

The Off-Broadway Revue is over. And that has relieved some of the stress. But now there's A Midsummer Night's Dream Auditions. One Act Auditions. And my One Act Play drama assignment to look forward to. Honestly, the withdrawl this time isn't that bad. It'd actually hardly here at all.

I think I might give Sarah a call soon.

Call Backs

I didn't end up blogging about it - but my audition went well (:. I was quite content. And just the other day, they called me up and asked me to attend the Call Backs! Which, I suppose, means I don't totally suck. ;)
It's an entire day. Sunday, December the eleventh! After the Revue, so I'll be stress-free!

I'm excited.

Oh. And I cleaned the house with SarBear. My room is wonderfully spotless. And we put up a mini-tree in my room. So cute.

I'm going to go and fold towels now. I'll write when something else interesting occurs in this box I call my so-called life! ;)