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| DRAMA JOURNAL - APR 11 2003 Click here to go home THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS ON THINGS... KEEP IN MIND I WRITE WHAT I FEEL AND THINK AND I WRITE IT LIKE A PRIVATE JOURNAL - NOTHING IS TONED DOWN EVEN THOUGH IT WILL BE VIEWED BY OTHER PEOPLE... It's been almost a month since the last entry, and the, of course will be the last entry for the term. Since the last entry, we've done an excercise, originating from Japan, I believe, where you walk with bent knees to the other end of the stage. Oh, did I forget to mention that the last person wins. Yep, it was excruciating, not to mention a heavy concentration rate. Man, I'll be quite frank: I hope we never do this again. Next lesson heralded a mixture of stupid and serious. Started off with the key game. 'Just the key game', you ask. No. Of couse not - we had to be animals. While it was fun, it was prettyhard too, especially for the guys who go a beached whale. For those of you unfamiliar with it, Benney calls a name and a number, and the number corresponds to a person on your team (situated either side of the stage).Those people must be that animal and steal keys in the centre of the stage. If you didn't before, now you do know that it's a hard game to play. Following that game, we did an exercise. A bloody serious one. There was no piss farting around with this one. Again at either end of teh stage, in pairs this time, we were to look into one anothers eyes and walk forward (or backward) if we felt comfortable (or uncomfortable) entering their "personal space". Yeah, I keep saying this but this was hard. Very hard. So much so, that James and I had a go infront of everyone. (I tried to make that sentence sound as clean as possible). Anyway I think I did OK, not something I'd brag about. After several lessons of researching, and one botched attempt to hide from Benney, we performed 30 second exerpts from oyr solo performances. Most of them actually took ten or so seconds, but in all seriousness, it was nerve- racking to be one of the first people to do it, as I was. Finally we did what may well be the hardest thing I've done in drama over the last four and a bit years. Not the actual workshopping its self but the first part where we had to lie down and get up when you thought you were in the zone. I was last, and I knew it. I practically told myself over and over "You have to get up eventually", and to be entirely honest (thats the purpose of this journal) I was shaking when I thought about getting up. I don't know why, I really don't, but believe me when I say that I'm really nervous about doing these solos, although as of late I've been getting more and more ideas which sort of puts a more positive spin on it. I guess all I can do now is come up with ideas, and try and weave them into my solo, but I can honestly say I'm not looking forward to performing it, but getting it over and done with seems to be something I should be aiming for. I can't promise anything but I'll try and make this performance somewhat memorable, at least for myself if not anyone else... -Bob [END OF PAGE] All material on this website is (c) 2003 Bob Productions Inc., on behalf of the Curiosity KilledThe Cat Team and Maroondah Secondary College. Don't copy anything without permission or a lawsuit will be coming your way. |
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