I threw down half a banana. It hit the floor with a ‘thump’.
I was rehearsing the whole afternoon for the play ‘Fatal Wound’. My role is a patient who never goes out and is doing a lot of silly things to entertain herself at home, including singing ‘Dancing Queen’ and dancing to the tune with a banana. The tricky point about the scene is the following: On the one hand, the dance is not supposed to be pretty. It has to be slightly mad like what one would do when no one is looking. It is almost a requirement that I need to sing out of tune occasionally. On the other hand, I need to pretend that I am doing it for an audience as the patient is a bit of a hidden exhibitionist. In other words, the awkward moves have to be slightly, but only slightly, choreographic. On the third hand, there is no instruction as to how to do it. The only instruction I get from the director is that I need to express happiness during the banana-eating-singing-dancing event, or better euphoria. Truth be told, I seldom use bananas to give me euphoria, I have got a lovely boyfriend for the job. Anyway, I have no idea how to strike a balance between the seemingly contradicting requirements and to make it worse, I can’t dance! The director was not exactly polite and respectful in her way in treating the actors and actresses. I try to think of the verbal bullies as tactics to motivate the actors and actresses but now they just feel like, well, verbal bullies that only aim to hurt and insult. Considering I have spent more than 10 hours this week to rehearse, not counting the time I study the ABBA videos at you tube during my free time, and I am not getting paid anything out of this, I think I surely deserve better treatments. I wonder what I am gaining out of this, to be yelled at is hardly a gain and I can assure you I am definitely not masochistic.
I was annoyed. I threw down a half-eaten banana on the floor during rehearsal. It hit the floor with a ‘thump’.
I was rehearsing the whole afternoon for the play ‘Fatal Wound’. My role is a patient who never goes out and is doing a lot of silly things to entertain herself at home, including singing ‘Dancing Queen’ and dancing to the tune with a banana. The tricky point about the scene is the following: On the one hand, the dance is not supposed to be pretty. It has to be slightly mad like what one would do when no one is looking. It is almost a requirement that I need to sing out of tune occasionally. On the other hand, I need to pretend that I am doing it for an audience as the patient is a bit of a hidden exhibitionist. In other words, the awkward moves have to be slightly, but only slightly, choreographic. On the third hand, there is no instruction as to how to do it. The only instruction I get from the director is that I need to express happiness during the banana-eating-singing-dancing event, or better euphoria. Truth be told, I seldom use bananas to give me euphoria, I have got a lovely boyfriend for the job. Anyway, I have no idea how to strike a balance between the seemingly contradicting requirements and to make it worse, I can’t dance! The director was not exactly polite and respectful in her way in treating the actors and actresses. I try to think of the verbal bullies as tactics to motivate the actors and actresses but now they just feel like, well, verbal bullies that only aim to hurt and insult. Considering I have spent more than 10 hours this week to rehearse, not counting the time I study the ABBA videos at you tube during my free time, and I am not getting paid anything out of this, I think I surely deserve better treatments. I wonder what I am gaining out of this, to be yelled at is hardly a gain and I can assure you I am definitely not masochistic.
I was annoyed. I threw down a half-eaten banana on the floor during rehearsal. It hit the floor with a ‘thump’.
Joanno
