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Friday, December 17, 2010

Technical Dress Rehearsal :D


             Everyone’s panicking. Was it the end of the world? Nope, it was just our Technical Dress Rehearsal or TDR for short.  Everyone’s panicking because this is like your big practice before the play day itself. It’s also our Mastery Test. If we get an O in this TDR—technicals and acting, then we have a big chance of winning in the play fest. I can see everyone’s nervous. Almost everybody’s trembling with fear.  The lead roles were obviously panicking more and I think they would almost faint.  The worst part for the leads was that they were so nervous they almost forgot their lines.  Make-ups scattered. Costumes, mixed up. Hair undone. Missing shoes. The whole class was panicking and the classroom was in complete disorder. Except for me, I was kind of excited actually. I felt the rush. I was kind of confident that we’ll somehow ace this TDR. I was feeling kind of positive that day. What made me forget about feeling pressured was the picture taking. We’re heading straight to the place where it will all happen. St. Anne’s Hall! Brrrrr. That was the first thing I kind of said as soon as I entered the place. It was very cold inside. I took a quick glance at the back, and then I saw a woman sitting half-way at the back. That’s when I started feeling kind of nervous.  I whispered to myself, ‘That must be the critic.’ Everything started the just the way we practiced. I was a village kid, a villager and a Greek masterpiece. Just how many times did I go out? I had no idea. Our play was kind of long. Most of the time I was on backstage, I had nothing to do so I ate some bread used for the feast. Our biblical play ended just as we know it. The moment of truth comes, the time of grading us. My heart beats faster and faster by the minute. “You got VS.” YAY! I’m pretty sure everybody’s happy! I mean, who isn’t. Everyone’s expecting a lower grade after all the noise back stage and the technical problem. The props, oh the rushed props. It turned out great; I guess we really should expect the unexpected.

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