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fandomhigh2015-09-14 10:08 am
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Drama, Monday, Period 4
"Ah, the monologue," Lito said fondly. "Where would the villains of the world be without it? Lost. Boring. More effective, maybe. Anyway, as an actor, the monologue is important. You can't have an audition without it, most of the time. It shows you can learn a script and give a performance. So. That's what you're going to do. I've brought some options for monologues, and I want everyone to pick one, practice it, and deliver it. You don't have to memorize it, that seems a bit much for one hour, but try not to spend all your time looking at the script, no? Take some time to practice, and then we'll start.
"Oh, and Miss..." Lito looked down at his roster and picked a name seemingly at random, "Heller. You will be my teaching assistant for the semester."
"Oh, and Miss..." Lito looked down at his roster and picked a name seemingly at random, "Heller. You will be my teaching assistant for the semester."
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During the Lecture
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The rest of the class time was spent with Ada talking to herself under her breath as she ran through basic stretches to get her body moving. No one ever believed a Scout or Barker that stood totally still, and Ada had always done her best work while on the move.
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She grabbed a piece of blank notebook paper off the top of her script and started shredding it. "Light your fire," she sneered. "Do you think I dread it as much as the life of a rat in a hole? My voices were right. Yes:they told me you were fools--" the word spit from her mouth as if it was poison. "--and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust your charity. You promised me my life; but. You. LIED."
"You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread:when have I asked for more? It is no hardship to drink water if the water be clean. Bread has no sorrow for me, and water no affliction. But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers? To chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers nor climb the hills; to make me breathe foul damp darkness and keep from me everything that brings me back to the love of god when your wickedness and foolishness tempt me to hate Him...all this is worse than the furnace in the bible that was heated seven times."
"I could do without my warhorse; I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the trumpets and the knights and soldiers pass me and leave me behind as they leave the other women, if only I could still hear the wind in the trees, the larks in the sunshine, the young lambs crying through the healthy frost, and the blessed church bells that send my angel voices floating to me on the wind. But without these things I cannot live; and by your wanting to take them away from me, or from any human creature, I know that your counsel is of the devil, and that mine is of God." Ada's voice had dropped to a low growl at this point, but while it had backed off in over-the-top volume it did not lack in intensity. "His ways are not your ways. He wills that I go through the fire to His bosom; for I am His child, and you are not fit that I should live among you."
Ada sneered, and threw the wadded-up shredded 'writing' at her imaginary foe. "That is my last word to you."
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Hanna couldn't act at all, why was Ada even taking this class? ... probably because she loved acting, if she could do it so well.
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Of course he'd also memorised the entire monologue within the period and gotten all the lines right without checking his script once during the performance...
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"When I was eight years old, someone brought me to this... theatre," she began slowly. "Full of lots of other children. We were supposed to be watching a production of 'Peter Pan.' And I remember that something seemed terribly wrong with the whole production. Odd things kept happening." She ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath, then looked up and picked one of her classmates to make eye-contact with. "For instance, when the children would fly, the ropes they were on would just keep breaking ... and the actors would come thumping to the ground and they had to be carried off by stagehands. And there seemed to be an unlimited supply of understudies, to take their places, and then they'd just fall to the ground." She began to pick up speed as she spoke, as though she'd opened a gate and released a torrent. "And then the crocodile that chases Captain Hook, seemed to be a real crocodile, it wasn't an actor. And at one point it fell off the stage and crushed a couple of kids in the front row. And then some of the understudies came and took their places in the audience. And from scene to scene, Wendy just seemed to get fatter and fatter until finally by the end of act one she was completely immobile and they had to move her off stage with a cart." Her voice broke a little on the last word, and she choked in another breath, looking down at her lap as she collected herself. She took another few deep breaths, then looked up again, resigned.
"You remember how in the second act Tinkerbell drinks some poison that peter is about to drink in order to save him? And then Peter turns to the audience and he says that 'Tinkerbell is going to die because not enough people believe in fairies. But if all of you clap your hands real hard to show that you do believe in fairies, maybe she won't die.'" Her eyes glistened a little, and she started applauding softly, not loud enough to interrupt her or force her to raise her voice, more like a twitch than any sort of deliberate demonstration. "So, we all started to clap. I clapped so long and so hard that my palms hurt and they even started to bleed I clapped so hard." She showed her palms to the audience, her voice pleading, then swallowed. "Then suddenly the actress playing peter pan turned to the audience and she said --" She cut herself off with another gasp, then focused in on Leto, face deadly serious, her voice angry. "'That wasn't enough. You did not clap hard enough. TINKERBELL IS DEAD."
She held the steady, serious gaze for just long enough to be uncomfortable, then jerked her head as she looked away to collect herself again. Her voice was soft now, quiet and almost emotionless. "And then we all started to cry. The actress stomped off stage and refused to continue with the production. They finally had to lower the curtain. The ushers had to come help us out of the aisles and into the street. I don't think that any of us were ever the same after that experience. It certainly turned me against theatre. And even more damagingly, I think it's warped my total sense of life."
Her eyes still glistened faintly, but her twitching stilled as she looked out across her audience for her final line. "I mean nothing seems worth trying if Tinkerbell is just going to die."
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This class was far more intense than she'd been prepared for.
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"Well, Tommy has proposed to me again. Tommy really does nothing but propose to me." She blinked, and looked around a little helplessly. This was pretty far outside her experience, but she had wanted something... normal.
"He proposed to me last night in the music-room, when I was quite unprotected, as there was an elaborate trio going on. I didn't dare to make the smallest repartee, I need hardly tell you. If I had, it would have stopped the music at once. Musical people are so absurdly unreasonable. They always want one to be perfectly dumb at the very moment when one is longing to be absolutely deaf." A tiny smirk appeared on her face at that point.
"Then he proposed to me in broad daylight this morning, in front of that dreadful statue of Achilles. Really, the things that go on in front of that work of art are quite appalling. The police should interfere. At luncheon I saw by the glare in his eye that he was going to propose again, and I just managed to check him in time by assuring him that I was a bimetallist. Fortunately I don't know what bimetallism means. And I don't believe anybody else does either. But the observation crushed Tommy for ten minutes. He looked quite shocked."
Maybe he'd thought it was the same as bisexual? Or possibly a type of mental disease?
"And then Tommy is so annoying in the way he proposes. If he proposed at the top of his voice, I should not mind so much." And the confusion was back, because Hanna would hate that. "That might produce some effect on the public. But he does it in a horrid confidential way. When Tommy wants to be romantic he talks to one just like a doctor." Well that, at least, didn't sound romantic at all. Or even very tolerable.
"I am very fond of Tommy, but his methods of proposing are quite out of date. I wish, Gertrude, you would speak to him, and tell him that once a week is quite often enough to propose to any one, and that it should always be done in a manner that attracts some attention."
Hanna flopped down in her seat in the manner of someone who had quite enough.
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This is Hanna's startled face. Mostly it looks like her other faces, but trust us. She's startled.
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Also, what? Why her? HELP.
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Or because he was being hunted by BPO. But hopefully not.
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IF anyone from anything like the BPO showed up around Hanna, that would be. Interesting.
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