It is very easy to remember my first on-stage experience. I was only five years old at the time, and if it were not for that, I would probably have not done many other musical and plays, and I would not have met my best friends. This is essay is about my first time discovering where I belong. What I wanted to do. Kindergarten was very… well, you know… wild. Because of all the five-year-olds. I was at Mountain Community School. My brother took classes at a small children's theater called the youtheater for fun. He is three years older than me, so he was seven. I never took a class there because I was a shy kid, and didn’t really want to meet new people. But my brother would tell me how fun they were. So one day, I got up my courage, and asked …show more content…
This time I was determined not to be late. So with all my five-year-old might, pushed, and pushed , and gave up. So I sat there waiting again. A bigger kid in my class named Ben came up and opened the doors. But luckily, I wasn’t late. They were reading out the names of people in the class and the parts they got. I waited anxiously for them to call out my name. I was the last name to be called. I got the part of the mosquito. At first I was a bit hesitant about my part. I didn’t like… bugs. But everyone was congratulated me. So I thought I could roll with it. We were all given a script. It was a small script that only had 6 pages. But there was a problem. I couldn’t read. It wasn’t really a big deal, because many kids in that class didn’t know how to read. So they read aloud our parts, and we would …show more content…
I wanted to go over them as much as a could. The first day, I probably rehearsed my lines about 6 six times. And the rest of the week, all I wanted to do was rehearse my lines. So by the time I came there the next week, I had it memorized. The next three weeks were blocking the show. I thought blocking was going to be fun. I was very wrong. I hated every second of it. The teachers were harsher, and everybody just wanted to play games. I think I even ended up crying. When my mom came to pick me up, I told her I didn’t want to go back. But alas, She forced me to go back. This time I asked my mom to open the door right before she left, she got out of the car, and opened the door, and then got back in the car. When I walked in, the teacher said we were going to the blue room. I’ve never been to the blue room before, so I was very curious. It was down the steps. The doors to the blue room were large, like the ones on the front door. The teacher open the doors, and there it was. It was a huge room with blue walls and multiple mirrors on the walls. They told us this is where we are going to be performing. That day was much better then last week. We tried on our costumes that day. I had a large mask. I thought I was really
On a Wednesday night I saw Texas State Theatre and Dance Department's performance of A Chorus Line. The main plot of the musical entails the audition of 17 dancers for several Broadway roles on the chorus line. However, during their auditions the director Zach asks for personal stories of each dancer's life. Though the plot of this musical is seemingly simple in its twist on the traditional audition, it explores themes that reveal the human experience, the search for individuality, and the sense of self.
Our first piece of performance was a 2 man show. It was the first scene of the play. For this piece I was put into a pair with Tashan Baptist. This piece was surprisingly hard for a first major piece as we had what I thought was a short time of 2 weeks to perform the piece. This was made even harder by the expectations of our teachers and the amount of pressure. This was our first introduction to the character of Scaramouche Jones. This piece helped me to experience the character for myself and after doing the slap stick clown act with Stephanie I could just about imagine how tired he would be at 100 years old.
The first stop was Monica’s class room. We walked through the never ending hallway, searching for Monica’s classroom like detectives on a mission to find a key to the unknown door. We found the Monica’s classroom and dropped her off. The next stop was mine. I found myself getting more nervous each step, I toke. Suddenly my mom and my dad stopped walking and told me that this was my classroom.
I wish that Annie the musical could be my elective all year long. As I did whatever needed to be done in this play, I thought a lot about what made this play be so magical. Was it Allie Gilbowit’s amazing voice, or Rebecca Hensley’s sly sarcasm in her dump of an office? Tessie’s whining or the beautiful sets? For me, I feel like it came in the form of all these things, and more. It was a marvelous experience because I was in charge of music, delighted in my costume and being a choreographer, and felt like I was someone else as I acted as a Star-To-Be and Servant.
production begins, an actor must memorize all lines and cues for the first rehearsal. Once
to try new things. Sixth grade in Eastway Middle School in North Carolina was a whole different
The room was filled with tons of books, I got up and started to walk towards the hallway. From the shape of the rooftop and the tunnel-like corridor, it looked like I was in an underground place and by surprise, the living room was filled with a lot of interesting things. Again like a shadow, V magically appeared behind my back. “What is this place?” I asked, “My home” he replied.
I was waiting for Friday to come because then I would find out what part I got! Friday slowly rolled around, but I still had a full day of school! Everyone was so jumpy and hyper! I was happy, but my finger really hurt!
I took a deep breath and entered the large building. I could feel a hundred eyes trained on me, daring me to slip up. My determination fueled, I strode my way into the principals office. ....
When I walked in to the rom, the door was shut closed behind me. I was just standing there, hypnotised by this little girl’s laughter, until I finally came to my senses and ran toward the door. The door would not open. I tried over and over, but it never opened.
I pulled out my wrinkled schedule out of the plastic cover on the front of my notebook and started walking down the hallway to my first hour class. As I was walking, I heard the tardy bell ring and I started to get worried that I was going to be tardy to class on the first day of school, but I soon realized my class was just around the left corner. I was the last one who walked into class, of course, and everyone stared at me. I looked at the board and found where my assigned seat was, then walked quietly to my seat, and sat down. On the right side of me, there was a girl I had never seen before, and there was an empty seat on the left side of
So I explained to Mrs. Jones and told her what had really happened. Then Ms. Jones asked me to hold my hand and she smacked my hand and told me to go back to class. On my way back to class I was just laughing about the whole situation because I found it really funny that I got in trouble for no
! Proformance day was even worse though we messed up on that day. I felt as if all the stuff we learned just got sucked right out of our heads like water going down a drain glugglugglug!I felt really nervous on proformance day because we messed up I felt so dumb and embrassed but my parents said nothing about it so I didn’t feel to bad about it. Except in the concert they had some kids do a video on what you're hero was
I was so excited yet so terrified at the thought of my first day in