Prepping. Blocking. Understanding.
The characters’ motivation?
Got to build, create a life...Be.
Finding a voice...voices...the voices.
And the emotion...sad...angry/sad
A little more gravel in the throat?
Maybe a tad higher in pitch.
Ah...rush the words, pause, slow.
Blocking, movement, with purpose but natural
Yes. Heavy footsteps here. Sulking.
And here, younger, skipping? Perky.
A laugh before the tears, let the face fall.
And so it goes.
Tournament day. Cubes, chairs and bags
crash the halls and cafeteria.
Find a place, talk to the wall, motions subdued.
Out in the open, a fraternity of drama masks.
Round is assembled. Friendly eyes,
Thespians united, talent recognized.
Fears boxed away. Courage to the sticking place.
“Judges and timer ready?”
Put my head down and close my eyes.
Where is my place?
Is that the judge that doesn’t like me?
Draw 5 is cute.
What’s my first line?
Pizza? Do they have pizza?
Did I really break into finals?
How did I get pulled into this?
Nothing...empty my mind.
Chin up. Eyes open.