Ah, yes. Back from the dead, i suppose. Life has gotten in the way, so my written works are coming in slow. (Don’t worry, because I have every intention of writing more.)
Well, it’s come to pass: the final stage play this school year. You must understand, this is a very emotional time for me. It’ll be the last time I play the part of the light controller, shining a beam of illuminating radiance upon the actors. The location of my workplace is also pretty sweet: sitting just behind and towering over the audience, I can fully view the stage in its entirety. I can see every angle, every prop, where the actors make their entrances and exits and so much more. This year’s stage production was The 25th Annual Putnam Country Spelling Bee. It was a musical, so there were very few moments when the audience got bored. Sure, we performed the play To Sir, With Love, but that didn’t interest the audience as much as Putnam County did. Just like Little Shop of Horrors, one of my most treasured and beloved plays, Putnam County kept the audience entertained, rolling in their seats with laughter. While my role as lights-guy was relatively minor (the cast members strongly disagreed with that notion once I said it), I owe it all to the actors: their electric, captivating performances never fail to amaze me. The way they deliver their lines with such gusto and charisma truly is a rewarding experience. All from the perfect seat amidst the crowd. Not to mention the newest upgrade to the room where the lighting board was held. The original wall that separated the lighting room from the space where all the props were held was removed so I and the other technical parties could breath and not get overheated. Previously, it tended to get extremely stuffy in there, but now breathing wasn’t as much of an issue.
Eventually, as all good things dramas end, the actors, as well as the cast members, had to take their bows. Since a good portion of the actors and cast members were graduating this year, we all formed up into a giant group before the audience and we thanked our drama teacher for putting the whole thing together. A good portion of the group were crying, but not myself. My heart was already letting out huge sobs. While the cast said their thanks, I furiously and mentally jotted up what I was going to say. Hell, I wouldn’t be caught stuttering in front of my parents and friends! Inevitably, it was light-guy’s turn to perform. He had already memorized his lines (most of them anyway) and he took to the stage:
“Well, it’s been awhile.” I began. “I’ve come along way. When I first started off, i was deathly afraid, but now, not so much.”
I turn around, surveying and observing my squad. I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone and say: “I was gonna write this down...but I don’t need to write this down!”
Yeah, stage fright always hits me pretty hard. Afterward, a pizza party ensued. Several basketball players wanted some, but we told them off. I took home at least six chocolate bars, so that was nice. Also, it was *ucking snowing! In March! In CANADA! (K’, that last part was predictable, because what ELSE do you expect when you live in the Great White North...?)
Well, that being said, I’m excited about life’s changes. And yes, I will try and and submit as much writing as possible.
|Hello, deviantartists! Just so's ya know, I am not an artist. I am a writer. I love to write poems and rhymes. I even had one of my poems printed in a book! Also, a very unexpected fact: for all the writing I do, I do it mostly on computer. My hand writing is crap. Even now I can't draw a straight line. But I am going to improve on it sometime. Keep it up, guys!|