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fandomhigh2013-09-12 08:54 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomhigh2013-09-12 08:54 am
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Live Entertainment Appreciation, Thursday, Period 5
"Once upon a time," Jonothon said, having instructed his class to once again meet him on the Causeway, "In London, going to the theatre to see a play was a very valid source of entertainment not only for the upper class citizens, but also for the lowest common denominator. A good many members of the audience were just people who wandered in off the street, who could wander out again at any time they pleased, because they'd rather be at the pub, or perhaps taking in the bear-baiting across the road."
Wasn't education fun, kids?
"In the event of royalty coming to watch, they'd seat them directly off to the side of the stage. Meanwhile, that lowest common denominator that I spoke about got to stand on the floor, in an area called the pit, which was more or less directly in front of the stage. People standing in the pit, referred to as groundlings, paid their admission of a penny when they entered, and were about as rowdy during these shows as today's sports fans might be when taking in a football match." Proper football. The kind where you actually used your feet. Not that Jono was going to launch into that conversation today. "Because most admission came in the form of these groundlings, playwrights like Shakespeare had to write to keep them entertained, with plenty of action, and, yes, more fart and sex jokes than you can shake a stick at."
Well, what did you think the Netherlands referred to?
"These days, theatre has evolved to be a more formal experience in general, with people being seated and expected to remain on their best behaviour during a performance. If you have cell phones, turn them off, and if you feel the need to talk, be prepared to be escorted out by an usher. That will affect your grade, by the way. Today, we're going to be seeing an opening night performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, mostly because I said, 'Give me Shakespeare,' and there was a Portalocity discount on this show in particular."
The portal opened up behind him, and Jono waved his students through. Once again, they showed up just inside, though there was something decidedly more authentic about this opening night than Jonothon had anticipated.
He sighed.
"Right," he muttered, shaking his head. "Not an opening night. The opening night. Welcome to the Globe Theatre, students. Into the pit, then. Try not to get spat on or catch the bubonic plague or anything."
Students probably wouldn't catch the bubonic plague.
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Wasn't education fun, kids?
"In the event of royalty coming to watch, they'd seat them directly off to the side of the stage. Meanwhile, that lowest common denominator that I spoke about got to stand on the floor, in an area called the pit, which was more or less directly in front of the stage. People standing in the pit, referred to as groundlings, paid their admission of a penny when they entered, and were about as rowdy during these shows as today's sports fans might be when taking in a football match." Proper football. The kind where you actually used your feet. Not that Jono was going to launch into that conversation today. "Because most admission came in the form of these groundlings, playwrights like Shakespeare had to write to keep them entertained, with plenty of action, and, yes, more fart and sex jokes than you can shake a stick at."
Well, what did you think the Netherlands referred to?
"These days, theatre has evolved to be a more formal experience in general, with people being seated and expected to remain on their best behaviour during a performance. If you have cell phones, turn them off, and if you feel the need to talk, be prepared to be escorted out by an usher. That will affect your grade, by the way. Today, we're going to be seeing an opening night performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, mostly because I said, 'Give me Shakespeare,' and there was a Portalocity discount on this show in particular."
The portal opened up behind him, and Jono waved his students through. Once again, they showed up just inside, though there was something decidedly more authentic about this opening night than Jonothon had anticipated.
He sighed.
"Right," he muttered, shaking his head. "Not an opening night. The opening night. Welcome to the Globe Theatre, students. Into the pit, then. Try not to get spat on or catch the bubonic plague or anything."
Students probably wouldn't catch the bubonic plague.
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