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The Shanachie Theater / Re:
« on: December 08, 2018, 01:53:04 AM »
I'm sorry it took me a minute to post. Real life, yanno?

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The Shanachie Theater / Re:
« on: December 08, 2018, 01:52:15 AM »
"Five minutes heard!"

Jakob was staring at himself in the mirror, barely able to recognize his own face under the stage make up. He then closed his blue eyes and said a little prayer.

"Please, let me get through this blasny, blasny without blasny."

His eyes opened and he stood up. It was then he realized that he'd used his character's favorite "foreign" word. With a shake of his head, he chuffed a laugh at himself then exited the stalls to take his place in preparation for the opening curtain.

It was one thing to rehearse the play, but another thing to actually perform before the audience. He stumbled a line, once or twice, as he hadn't anticipated the audience's responses to the conversations between the characters. Once that first laugh hit him, he felt empowered and put just a little more "umph" as one of his foster moms put it into his performance.

The part that worried him the most, the "Hoodoo Talk Scene" quickly approached and before he knew it, he was pointing his finger, waving his arms and with the help of a trap door, making a Klansman disappear.

Two hours flew by and before he knew it, the audience was on their feet as the cast and crew took their final bows.

After the show, when it was somewhat quieter backstage, he sat in front of the mirror to clean the make up off of his face. "Almost ready!" he yelled over his shoulder as the cast mates were preparing for the after party.

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The Shanachie Theater / Re: Six Characters in Search of an Author
« on: October 09, 2018, 07:51:00 PM »
In the month's time from receiving notification that he'd been accepted into the Repertory, life seemed to move in fast forward. He'd received his script for the very first play of his life and he threw himself into it head first. It had been read so many times and so many notes made in the margins that to anyone else it was nearly unreadable.

The rehearsals were exhausting. He never realized just how hard it was to make even the most simple sets and characters come to life - believably. Jakob spent all of his time at the theater rehearsing lines, blocking, and working with the other actors, director, make up, wardrobe... his head was spinning by the end of each day.

Before he knew it, opening night was upon them. He'd left tickets that he'd purchased himself on the kitchen table so that his roommates could attend, if they so chose. And even with the exhaustion there was nothing holding him back. With the adrenaline pumping through his veins, he took his place with the others and mounted the stage.

The character he played, The Son, was not unlike himself in a younger day. So the anger, the angst, the want to run away but unable to do so; it was all very familiar to him and he was able to draw upon his past. His performance was far from stellar or perfect, but it wasn't half bad, even if he thought so.

After it was over, and he was backstage, The Boy's gruffness was replaced by Jakob's relaxed smile and dancing eyes. And as he got ready to go home, all he could think about was coming back the next day, and the next.

He couldn't wait!

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