Anyway, before I can even get a hold of the rose, he comes storming in, crying, "Thief! Thief!" I throw my hands up in front of my face to protect myself, crying, "Mercy! Mercy!" while he grabs my arms and tosses me across the stage. It's a sort of dance move, the way we do it, so that no one gets hurt (by no one, .I mean me. I'm the one who gets tossed to the ground.)
Well, we've gotten it to work really well- and had only been painful (for me at least) the first time we tried it, since we had to do it multiple times in order to figure it out. Well today... (they say a picture's worth a thousand words, so since I'm in a doodley mood- here're some paint pictures I made. Beast=brown, Me=blue, hard stage=black pain=red)
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| "Theif!" "MERCY!" |
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| "I'll show you mercy! The mercy of the Beast!" |
WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN:
WHAT HAPPENED TODAY:
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| Stage Manager's eyes bulge, people gasp I'm thinking: Ouch. That's not how that's supposed to work. OW! That really did hurt!! |
Then I said to him, "You do realize that when you tossed me today, I hit my head, right?"
Him: (sheepishly) "Yeah..."
Me: "We need to work on that some more..."
Him- "Yeah."
I'm thinking: "I know we need to practice... but I'm not looking forward to being tossed to the ground more times than I need to in a given day. I have serious thrill issues...
As my drama teacher put it, "You almost killed her today. You NEED to figure that out."
Hence we had to practice tossing me to the ground for ten minutes straight. I'm still not sure how this is all going to work out, but I'll find out tomorrow. I have to also work on the part where wolves are taunting me. As long as I get to stay on my two feet, I'll be happy. I have more of this falling and what not to look forward to tomorrow- dress rehearsal's on Saturday!!! AGGG!
I'm tired and my head's a bit woozy and I'm just slightly wacked out- or maybe that's normal. I don't think I have a concussion, because you are dizzy and sick to your stomach when you have one- I'm experiencing those on a really low level, so I might have a very minor concussion... whatever. I'm okay. I think.
Ironically, this hasn't been the first time I've gotten hurt in a play. I was "Village Woman 1" in Jack and the Magic Beans and I got wacked in the mouth by the troll's staff. (Some kid- not the girl who played the troll, mind you, was messing around with it)
In Tom Sawyer, I don't think I got hurt- but I did get to throw shoes at Huck Finn, which was fun. I was a school girl nicknamed "Pup" I had a regular name, but I don't remember it.
As Hermione, the spy in "Kilroy Was Here" I had to wear shoes that were WAY too small (I have tiny feet- so I asked for 5s and got a pair that said 5 but fit like 1s. They were puny and left marks on my feet for hours afterwards. That was how I figured out that my left foot was bigger then my right- the lines stayed longer on the left foot and the right one wasn't as squished.) I also ran out over these steps for a dance and totally tripped (in said tiny shoes) and scraped up my leg. It was a rehearsal, but I got up and kept dancing all the same.
In "Cinderella of Loreland" I don't think I managed to do bodily harm to myself, despite the fact that I was wearing heels...(as the Fairy Godmother) though the fairies that were supposed to follow me around (8 girls between the ages of 11 and 14) were always lost and fighting and "she's too bossy" "she won't practice" "she thinks she's so much better than us..." UGG. Worst. Play. Ever. To be in- I could never find the fairies, so I guess my stress level was harmed.
And obviously, here in "The Enchantment of Beauty and the Beast" I have gotten hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if I get hurt again.
I don't know if I'm just a klutz or if acting really is dangerous. I think it's more of a combination of the two.
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