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Monday, 20 April 2015

Queens and Castles

Part Q in the 2015 A-Z Blogging Challenge

This post went far longer than I thought it would, so only read it if you really want to. Tomorrow I'll be revealing the answers to my Ask Me Anything post from a month ago.

I took part in the Adelaide Improv Festival from March 1-11 this year. Despite having only been part of the improv scene in Adelaide since December, there was still plenty I could get involved in. One of them was Maestro - a competition similar to theatresports except there are no teams, only individuals. They get put into teams for each new scene and the scene gets scored. At the end of each round, the people with the lowest cumulative scores are eliminated until there's only one player left. Our competition had 8 heats and two semi-finals, the winners of which would go on to the national final held amongst all the best improvisers from all the other states.

Being new, I could never get past the first or second round of eliminations. But to my surprise, I was messaged by the organiser to ask if I wanted a spot in the semi-final. There was only meant to be eight people in each semi, but they were happy to include a ninth because apparently I "showed promise". I was pretty proud of myself until I discovered that there were only about five people who didn't get in.

For whatever reason, my game stepped up in the semi. I was happy with every scene I did and I ended up making it to the final four. The other three were incredibly experienced and had their own show at the Fringe this year, so you know they're good. 

Another show I participated in was called Sink or Swim - a show where four teams of two improvise a story in one of the four given genres. Our genres were horror, film noir, Shakespeare and Jane Austin. Each team plays out five minutes of their story and the crowd votes for which story they want to keep seeing. I took part in two of these shows. On the first I did Jane Austen and on the second I did Shakespeare. Jane Austen went so well. In the first scene I played a father and my partner played my daughter. I was a typical man for that period, wanting to marry my daughter off to someone rich and powerful. In the second scene I took off my formal-looking vest and played a poor-but-handsome boy who was in love with the daughter and she him. At the end of that scene, my partner suggested the boy and the father meet and the audience loved that idea. Most of the third scene was spent on stage on my own, having a conversation with myself and taking the vest on and off to indicate which character I was. I wasn't sure if the audience's silents meant they weren't finding it funny or they were just engaged in the story. But when my partner came back on stage, I said I accidentally stepped in it when I said I'd hold a ball and invite all the eligible men in the kingdom to meet her. In my head, I was thinking that we'd get all the eliminated players to perform the parts like we always do for the final scene. But the audience took it to mean "I don't think playing two characters was hard enough, why don't I play forty?" They all burst into laughter and when the other players realised what they were laughing about, they burst out laughing too. The audience kept up in as the final team remaining (and as one performer pointed out later, how could they not?). I really wanted to take up the challenge that I'd accidentally set myself and try and play a whole bunch of characters at once. But the more senior players wouldn't allow it. They all jumped on stage for the final scene and did what we originally planned. But I was still proud of what we'd done.

The second Sink or Swim I did went even more haywire. I started out as a king who was informing his servant that he planned to start a war with the queen of the neighbouring country. Either we had a really good audience that night or we were just all on our game because the audience laughed hard at everything anyone did or said. We just managed to get through to the second round. When it was our turn, I stood on stage, ready to address my servant again, when he jumped on stage, bowed and said "My Queen!" The crowd laughed, so I changed my stance a bit and in a horrible, screechy, high-pitched voice I said "Yeeeeeeeeeees?" From that point on, it turned out that I didn't need to actually say anything funny to get a laugh. I just had to say something in that screechy voice and the audience would lose it. After the round, the audience was having a tough time deciding whether to keep us in or the film noir team. Jane Austen was safe as houses, as it had been in all the other games. One of the guys from film noir - Jarrad, possibly my favourite improviser - came up with a brilliant suggestion.
'If these guys are happy with it, I'd love to merge the two genres.' The host, who was visiting from Canberra and had invented the format, was a little taken aback. But the audience loved the idea so everyone went for it. After the Jane Austen team had their go, my Shakespeare partner and I started a swordfight while the film noir boys spoke dark soliloquies to the side. Then it was time for voting again and once again, Jarrad said "I think we should just merge the lot." We had an amazing, anarchic scene where everyone crammed on stage playing their highly-conflicting characters, ending with one of the boys from the horror team who no one had seen since the first round. As Nick said afterwards, I think improv was the real winner there.

But the show - the one event - that I was looking most forward to was the 12-hour Soapathon. A soap opera that's completely improvised from 1pm-1am. We'd given it a dark fantasy theme (set in the Castle Wagner), making it even more exciting. So think The Bold and the Beautiful meets Game of Thrones. Every Sunday for two months leading up to the event, we got together and practiced creating characters and stories. By the end of it though, we were running out of ideas and we slowly moved further off the dark fantasy theme. So I decided that on game night, I'd pick my favourite character that I'd played throughout all our rehearsals and that would be the character I stuck with. There was an obvious character that came to mind. During one rehearsal I'd played a character who was a rich merchant. It began simply as a way of making sure I was involved in the storyline. In my short character introduction to the rest of the group (called a hot 30), I explained that I was the man who could "get things" for a price. That way, if there was any sort of relic etc that became the focus of people's attention, they would likely come through me to get it. But as the rehearsal went on, I noticed that the character had more to it. He was concerned only with money and power and was willing to trample over anyone to get it. When you're creating a character on the spot, it can be hard to define exactly what the character is. But with two such clear, distinctive driving forces for my character to have, it became easy to fall into the character and lose myself. On the night of the performance, I came dressed in black pants and shoes, a button-up shirt and a vest. I'd looked up the translation for the word for "wealth" in Latin - profectus - and that became my character's name.

The 12-hour show was split into 6 shifts of two hours each. I wasn't in the first shift and I also had a break between 9 & 11pm. I watched the first shift as all the guest performers from interstate built up the beginning of the story. There were many great performers there - Katherine, a short girl who's full of energy and plays emotions really well. Nick, a very, very tall man who often falls into Irish or cockney-English accents while on stage. Sam, a slightly crazy individual. One of those guys that will put on six hats and start reciting poetry for the audience just because he's in the moment. And Rik, an improviser from Canberra who has the most wonderfully incredible talent for being effortlessly funny. I was constantly amazed at how every line he said was a perfect thing that both fit with his character and made the whole room lose it. I often have to pick one or the other - make the crowd laugh or stay in character. It's fairly rare that I'm able to do both.

Those four people and many others got the story going with wizards and artifacts, castles, kings and servants. Then the first shift finished and the interstaters all left to attend another commitment. That left just the local performers. Some of them were still in from the last shift. Others, like me, were just coming in now. In my first scene, I had come into town looking to set up a new enterprise. I stopped off at the local bar where the two twin bar girls (one girl with ginger hair and the other sporting a very bright orange wig) were attending.
'Oh, hello! What can I get for you today fine sir!' said one.
'Just a water, bar girl,' I replied, sitting down on a stool and adopting as powerful a position as I could.
'So what brings you here today?' said the other one.
'I'm new here. I travel from town to town starting businesses, getting rich from them and moving on. I'm looking to start a new business here.'
'Oh, will it have shoes?'
'Or scarves?'
'I could use a nice cashmere sweater.'
'Well... Maybe I'll put it all in there. Imagine, a store where everything you'll ever need is all in one place. It could have many different departments. I'll call it a... department... store!' The girls giggled at such an outrageous idea.
'I love it, but what kinds of shoes will you have?'
'Tell me, who are the people worth talking to in this kingdom?' I asked, ignoring them. The girls scowled. They had spent the whole first episode looking for potential partners and they were annoyed that this man seemed to have no interest.
'Why, we're right here good sir. Who else could you need?'
'I need someone who can help me start a business. An investor of sorts. Now tell me who that is.'
'Absolutel. But first, did we ever tell you that Stacey here came first in the Camelot beer-swilling competition?'
'I don't care about your drunken antics, who are the people worth talking to?!' I said, raising my voice. The director, who was sitting side of stage and calling the action, spoke up.
'In walks Count Percival, notorious womanizer and also an avid businessman.' In walked my friend Peter, who had been in the first episode.
'Hello Stacey, hello Tracey. The usual thanks. And try not to get those pretty hands dirty.' The girls giggled and gave him his drink he turned around and spotted me. 'You sir... You have an air about you... You have money, yes?'
'I do! I can tell you're very well-off yourself.'
'Well I can't disagree.'
'Tell me, how would you like a new investment?'
'I'm intrigued, go on...'
'I'm opening a new kind of store where everything can be bought in one place. It'll be called a department store.'
'Sir... that's so crazy it just might work.'
'So do I have a partner?'
'You sure do.' He shook my hand and the lights went out, signalling the end of a scene. The next time I was brought on stage, the directions given were:

'Profectus has approached Castle Wagner to meet Count Wagner. Ruler of the lands. He must ask for the land required to build his department store.' I knocked on the side of the stage and Count Wagner (played by a man named Joe) told me to enter.
'Sir. It's an honour to meet you,' I said, bowing.
'Likewise,' he replied regally.
'Sir, I've come through many lands, building businesses, acquiring riches and creating wealth and industry for the people of each land. I've come seeking permission to do so in your land.'
'What exactly can you do for my people?'
'It will create jobs and attract people from many other lands. This new type of store I'll build will be something unseen by anyone before. It will make your town richer.'
'And... what's in it for me?'
'What do you mean sir?'
'Well, anyone who sets up a business here must pay his taxes.'
'I see. How much would you ask?'
'That's a fair price sir, but how about 10?'
'15% will be the tax. AND... you must send one person up to the castle each day.'
'For what sir?'
'Oh, you know... to chat... keep me company...'
Being the avid businessperson I was, I knew that people would only let you have your way if there was something in it for them. Yes, 15% would be a lot of money to just give away to a lonely Count. But if it meant I could start up my store, I would have to take it. I agreed to his terms.

I was in one more scene that episode because there were other storylines happening as well. It involved the initial opening of the store. I didn't have much to sell in it yet, but I did point out that there would be a space to display very high-ticket items. Objects that were ancient, mystical and had "special powers" for anyone who believed in such folly. Deep down I knew that nothing could give a person power other than his own sweat and cunning. But there were plenty of people who felt otherwise and who was I to shatter their illusion? Plus, it would make sure I was still a pivotal character in the plot.

I the next episode, I really hit my stride. As my store grew in size, I became more and more powerful and manipulative. I was in about half the scenes because I'd started to make deals and alliances with most of the other characters. I even had a staff member, a lad named Cletus (played by fellow stand-up comic Tristrom) who used to be the king's court jester. It was interesting how it happened. I was conducting a tense business meeting with a mysterious unnamed old stranger who claimed she could obtain rare artifacts for me. I'd admitted that I'd had my sources investigate her and they'd come up with nothing. But I wasn't letting that take away the power I had in the negotiations. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

'Um yes, hello?' said a timid Cletus.
'What's the meaning of this?!' I shouted, outraged at the interruption.
'Um hi, I'm Cetus. I'm... looking for work.'
'I'M BUSY!!' I roared.
'Um, yes, I can, uh... see that. But I'm a very hard worker and I pick things up quickly.' His persistence in the face of his fear softened me. I relaxed and turned back to my associate.
'I'm terribly sorry, will you give me a minute?'
'Go ahead.'
I turned back to Cletus.
'You want to work for me?'
'Yes sir.'
'Alright, I have one rule that all my staff must adhere to.'
'What's that?'
'They must all be proficient jugglers.'
This was a trick. I (the real me) knew that Tristrom could juggle, so I thought it would be an amusing turn of events. He grabbed five jugglers balls from off-stage and began to dazzle the crowd with his brilliance after a short display, I shook his hand.
'Congratulations, you start tomorrow. Now get out, this is important.'

The next scene, I found that I'd gotten myself to a stage where I could introduce humour to the character. It was Cletus' first day on the job.
'9:01 Cletus. You're late.'
'Sorry boss. Traffic was awful.'
'Yes, I suppose we need less horses on the road... Anyway. There's a customer at the door. Make sure you do a good job. And remember what I told you about upselling.'
'...Always do it?'
In walked John Hopegood (played by the young and handsome Paul). He was the man tasked with hunting the Dark Arts in all its forms. He walked up to Cletus...
'Yes hi, I'd like to buy a cushion please.'
'Certainly... would you like a sofa with that?' He looked nervously at me and I gave him a very firm thumbs-up.
'I suppose that's not a bad idea.'
'Great! Here's a nice satin cushion for you (he picked one up from the side of the stage), and I'll just have to place the order for the couch. In the meantime, that will be 14 pieces of gold.'
'Her you go.'
'Great, I'll just run in the back to place the order.' He ran off and I stepped in.
'Sorry sir, what my assistant forgot to tell you is that we have a tax in place of one cushion per transaction.' I casually took the cushion out of his hands and placed it back on the shelf.
'Well that seems rather unfair.'
'Hey, I don't make the rules...'
'Well, can you at least tell me when my sofa will arrive?'
'Oh look, I don't want to make any undue promises...'
'...Okay... Listen, I've been tasked with hunting the Dark Arts in all its forms and I have to tell you, this place reeks of it.'
'Pfft, nonsense! The Dark Arts are for the weak. I prefer a good old-fashioned honest day's work.'
'You just sold me nothing for 14 gold pieces!'
'Using no dark magic whatsoever!'
'Listen you, I'll find out what you're up to. You mark my words... I'll be back.' And he turned and stormed off.

Nothing ever came of that storyline. There were some things that happened that the directors decided wouldn't fit with the rest of the story and they just let them fade into obscurity. Like my final scene for that episode where I met The Shadow of Death (one of the most talented and experienced improvisers, Simon, who was wearing a black headscarfe that obscured his face). I'd grown tired of my store. That was running smoothly and there was nothing more I could do for it. Now I'd turned my sights to the other important thing in my life - power. In a previous scene, Count Wagner had voiced his concern that I wasn't sending up townsfolk to visit him. He'd raised his tax to 30% of the income and two visitors every day. I accepted his terms because there was nothing else I could do. But now I wanted him gone.

'You're in love with that Tracey girl are you not?'
'Yes, but she's upset because of the whole "murdering her family" thing. What does she expect, I'm the Shadow of Death!'
'It must be hard for you.'
'Yes it is. I wish I didn't have this curse.'
'What if I could remove it for you?'
'You... Can you?'
'I have contacts. I could get this curse removed forever. What would you do to be rid of it?'
'I'd do anything! I have untold amounts of money, gathered over the course of centuries from my many victims.'
'I have money too, Shadow. What I need more of is power. Shadow, I need you to kill Count Wagner.'
The Shadow paused for a long time.
'But... I swore off killing... for Tracey.'
'It's just one kill. What's one kill in the face of thousands you've committed in the past?'
'No... I won't do it.'
'Suit yourself...' and I began to walk off-stage.
'Wait!' he cried and a breathed a silent sigh of relief.
'What if I... brutally maimed him?'
'It needs to be enough so he can never rule again. Do we have a deal?'
'...Alright,' and he held out his hand. I went to shake it and missed because, you know... he's a shadow. And then the lights went out.

That was as good as it got for me. At that stage, all the interstate performers returned and got ready to come back in for the next episode. It also signaled the return of the interstate director, who hadn't seen most of what had transpired in the last four hours. In the break between episodes, she took us all backstage to talk to us.
'Now for those of you who have been in it up until now, obviously the rest of us haven't seen what's been going on so what goes on from here will be very different. Just go along with it.'
That worried me. I felt like my character had been set now and that any drastic changes in the story would upset that. I'd been told I'm pretty good at just going along with anything that happens on stage, but I do find it hard to accept when things change for no discernible reason. And along with the interstate performers, there had also arrived a girl in the crowd that I kind of wanted to impress. We all returned to the stage to introduce the fourth episode and give our hot 30s. We were told to make it quick as there were so many people taking part now. When I was called up on stage, I strode up, faced the audience and in the most direct, commanding voice I could muster, I said
'There are two things that matter in this world. Money and power. That is all.' And I turned and strode off the stage again. Hopefully that would give everyone enough of an idea of what my character was like.

The director set the first scene. Sam, who was of course wearing six hats and had used his hot 30 to ask if an audience member wanted to buy some snake oil, was sitting up a stall in the marketplace. I was directed to set up a stall next to him. So much for my department store.
'Snake-oil! Get your snake oil here!' yelled Sam. 'Oh hello, what's your name?'
'My name's Profectus,' I said with a sneer.
'Barnabus Pennyfeather's the name (I don't remember what his character's actual name was, I'm just making them up at this point), pleasure to meet you,' he said, extending his hand. I looked at his hand with distaste and then ignored it.
'I'm new in town and just looking to make some money. I didn't come here to make friends.'
'Too right!' he replied and his cockney British accent. 'So what are you selling here?'
'...Fish oil.'
'Well it can't be better than make snake oil. Do you want to buy some?'
'This here is the finest fish oil in all the land!' I said, staring off heroically into the distance.
'Oh yeah? I bet you fished it yourself out of the murky depths of the Adriatic?'
'No, I just bought it from the store.'
'You bought it from the store so you could sell it at a store?'
'...Thought of it myself.' That got a slight chuckle.
Nick walked on stage and addressed us in his trademark Irish accent.
'Well hello there! I'm in the market to buy some oil. Who's the best person to speak to for that?' Before I could say anything, Sam jumped in.
'Step right this way sir! Just take a seat here and relax. I'll show you the finest snake oil in the land. And while you check that out, I'll give you a massage, free of charge. How does that sound?'
'That sounds delightful, thank you sir!' He sat down and Sam got to work. The two of them started having a conversation in which I wasn't involved in the slightest. I looked away because I didn't want it to seem like I was eavesdropping. But Nick picked that moment to notice me.
'Are you listening over there? Am I just talking to myself?'
'These newcomers are rude aren't they?'
'You're telling me. Unbelievable it is, the nerve of some of these people.'
'I've got an idea,' said Sam. Why don't you come over here and massage the customer and I'll take care of your fish oil.'
What was I going to do, reject him all night? I reluctantly agreed. I set to work massaging Nick while he and Sam continued merrily on with their conversation and Sam pocketed all of my bottles of fish oil one by one.

The next scene (that I can remember) involved a party at Madhorn's house (he was the chief adviser to the king and was played by Rik). I received my invite and met him at the front door.
'Oh, you must be Profectus!' he yelled in his grand posh accent. I've been looking forward to meeting you, a strong like-minded individual!'
'Yes, I'm... looking forward... to likening my mind... to yours,' I mumbled. I was now officially out of my depth. These guys were all to quick and zany and my slow, careful method of acting didn't fit too well.
'I've heard many things about your skill in massagery!' said Madhorn.
'Yes, that's right. I'm the best.' I'd come to accept that that was a thing with my character now.
'Well don't use that skill on me. I like a bit of stress in my shoulders. Good for the libido. Really gets you up and going in the morning if you catch my drift, compadre.'
More guests came in and - as expected - I was consigned to giving guests massages in the corner of the stage. After all the action panned out, Madhorn proposed a toast.
'I've truly enjoyed meeting every one of you. And as a parting gift to you all, I slipped something into your drinks, and now for the next hour, anyone who asks a question will fall into a coma. Goodnight!' and the scene ended.

'Next, we see Profectus getting ready for bed,' called the director. What was I supposed to do with that? I ambled onto the stage yawning and stretching. I peeked out of the curtains and lay out my blankets. I took from my pocket the big gold cold that I'd been carrying around with me for the last two episodes and tried to twirl it around my fingers as an exercise. I can usually do that, but this time the coin was too big and there was a crowd watching. So I failed miserably.
'I'll get it one day,' I mumbled and then lay down on the floor to go to sleep. I mumbled to myself, hoping desperately that someone would come in and offer something to work with. Thankfully, Nick approached the side of the stage with girl named Maddy. She's also very talented and extremely passionate about theater in all forms. Tonight she'd been playing a girl named Nicole who had previously been masquerading as a boy named Nick, but had since revealed herself. Nicole and Nick's character (let's just call him Jeffrey) were trying to coordinate a plan to sneak into my window and ransack the place. I heard the commotion and sat bolt upright.
'What's that noise?' I called. In came the voice of the director.
'Oh no, Profectus has asked a question! He falls into a coma!' and I obediently fell back again while the audience laughed.
Nicole and Jeffrey were arguing when Nicole knelt down beside me.
'He's not moving... Do you think he's dead?'
'Nicole's asked a question! She falls into a coma too!'
Nicole fell across me and Jeffrey grabbed everything he could and ran off. That's where the scene ended. When we came back, Nicole was still lying on top of me. I woke up and was only able to lift my head since my arms were pinned down.
'What's going on?' I asked.
'Oh crap,' and I fainted again. Scene over.
Two scenes later we were back and Nicole had gotten more comfortable. We were lying straight instead of perpendicular to each other and she was resting her head on my chest. I woke up again and without saying a word, slowly rolled Nicole to the side. Lucky I did it slowly, because I forgot there was a table next to us and she hit it with the back of her head. Whoops. I stood up and Nicole opened her eyes.
'Who are- I don't recognise you,' I said carefully to giggles from the audience.'
'I don't recognise you either,' she replied.
'...You feel compelled to tell me what's going on.' The audience laughed hard.
'I don't know, I just came in your window and suddenly I was on top of you.'
'I think it's obvious then. We both met at Madhorn's party. We both got drunk and went back to my place and then I blew you mind.'
'No, that doesn't sound right,' said Nicole getting up, and the audience laughed harder again.
'Listen... What are you doing later?'  I fell over before the audience had even had a chance to squeal with delight. Then scene ended and I headed to where all the other actors were waiting. That girl I'd wanted to impress leaned towards me and whispered
'Did you do that on purpose?'
'Yep,' I replied, thankful that she's gotten it.

I had one more scene in the episode and it took place right at the end of my date with Nicole. I could tell the audience had finally become interested in my character again as they waited to see how this romance blossomed.
'Well... I had a nice night,' I said.
'Good,' she replied.
'I'd... like to know how it was for you?' Some audience members gasped.
'Oh shush, that wasn't a question!' I barked directly to the audience and they lost it. Although I had to admit, the upward inflection I'd put on the end of that sentence did make it sound like a question.
'Profectus's knees get weak as his half-question takes effect,' called the director. I stumbled around as if I were drunk. 'Nicole and Profectus can't look at each other - they're too nervous.' We both started giggling like school kids and avoiding each other's gaze.
'Yes, it was very good for me too,' replied Nicole.
'Oh good, I'm glad...' I was grinning and still swaying and avoiding her gaze.
'We should... do this again some time.' she said.
'I can't take it anymore!' I yelled and I ran across the stage and kissed her. There were a couple of cat-calls from the audience and the lights faded out while we were still kissing. As I walked off the stage I caught the eyes of the girl I'd been trying to impress. Her face was blank - she didn't care.

That episode ended and Maddy and I both had the next episode off. I went to Subway for some dinner and to check my emails etc. I was very disappointed that all my work in the first four hours had been undone and that the girl hadn't seen any of the good stuff - she'd only seen the part where I'd struggled. But I was happy that I had eventually found a new direction that was just as interesting. I arrived back at the venue in time for the final episode, where we were once again taken out the back.
'Now this is where it all wraps up, so here's where you can use all your big ideas,' said the director. But don't forget, we have A LOT of actors in this last episode, so please be patient. We have to share the stage-time as much as possible.

We ran through our hot 30s again for all the people who had just arrived (people had been arriving and leaving all thoughout the show). When Nicole was called, she didn't say anything. She just touched her lips and giggled, before running off. The audience members who had been there since last episode got the joke and laughed. It made me smile.
I was expecting to be the next one called, but I wasn't. The director ran through several names and everyone introduced themselves in a quick, succinct manner. Then the director set up the first scene and away they went. She'd completely forgotten about me. I was mortified. How could she have forgotten me? I had talked to her about my involvement in this finale not ten minutes ago! I wanted to approach her and let her know what had happened. But now the episode had started. I didn't think she'd want to add an extra person in at that stage. At least that's what I told myself. The truth is, I think that being so far out of my depth in the previous episodes had ruined my confidence. I'd convinced myself this wasn't my game any more. The only hope I had now was if the director realised her mistake on her own and tried to slip me back into the story.

Nicole had her first appearance in the second scene of the episode. She was riding on a horse alongside another character who was asking how she was.
'I'm great,' replied Nicole. 'I met a boy.'
'Oh really? Do tell!'
'Well, I was originally climbing into his window to steal from him, but then I ended up-'
A third character stepped onto the stage crying and the two horse-riders stopped and investigated. All talk of the boy was quickly forgotten. Well... At least she tried.
I ended up spending the last two hours watching from the back of the room, bitter because it looked like they were having a load of fun, and because I was so bloody tired from all the performing I'd done in the last few weeks. I could have gone to bed at 9, but I'd stayed up until midnight in anticipation of this final adventure. And I ended up not being a part of it.

So that... that's the story of one of my biggest disappointments in showbiz. I'm sure I'll be able to make amends at some point, but for now I'm still stewing about it.


  1. I was exhausted reading this saga. You must have been totally knackered after performing it.
    And next time, given that it was after all improv, I suggest you find a way to get back on stage. At worst the director throws you off, and you don't appear in the last scene. Which you didn't anyway.

    1. Yeah I think I was still having a tantrum over having to start my character again and not thinking straight :P

  2. I'm sorry you weren't in that last episode. I like that Nicole did try to bring you into it. I agree with Elephant's Child that maybe you can just try jumping onto the stage and improving something. If the director kicks you off then so be it. If not, then you're in. :)

    1. Yeah, I guess I could have combined this with my latest Fear of Failure challenge ;)

  3. After reading the whole post and hearing of your disappointment, the final picture makes me go "Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.....Miiiiiiccccchhhhhaaaeeeelllll." [Insert maternal hug and back-patting here.]

    Well done.

  4. I was thinking, That's great they called him in as one extra person because he's so cool...That's too bad they didn't give you more to do. Especially since you saw they were having fun.

    I was in a few plays in high school. I always ended up working on the stage more then the acting. Oh well.

    1. Yeah it sucks if you want to be the center of attention and the put you on the outskirts :P

  5. Awwww. Things were going so well. Even though you weren't in the last scene, you still did great!

    1. Thanks, I was definitely happy with what I did manage to achieve :)

  6. Awwww. Things were going so well. Even though you weren't in the last scene, you still did great!

  7. We have the option of not reading the post? Instead, I pressed my face up against the screen and saw if I was able to absorb most of the pertinent information through my cheeks and it actually worked. I like how you are so honest about your feelings or when you are disappointed. You've got the guts to put yourself out there and try all these things, you don't realize how far that puts you ahead most of us. Yup.

    1. Aw Jimmy, you've always got the nicest things to say :) Thank you for your friendship ;)


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