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The Jolly Roger |
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| I must warn you now, this is the sadder part of my website, where I tell about my bad times during the show and its production. If you'd like to continue, please do so. Point and laugh at me, I won't really care. If I did, I wouldn't put this kind of thing on here. ;) |
I suppose the first thing that I would have to say that went sour with me during the production was the fact that my scene partner / boyfriend wasn't at very many of the fight rehearsals, which can be a very very bad thing, as an unrehearsed fight scene is hazardous to one's health. Even when we practiced time and time again, our timing would be slightly off. Once, my glasses took a hit, with Brian's sword catching onto them and flinging them across the lunchroom, our practice space. I glared at him, seeing his now blurred face being scrunched up with fright, and he ran across the floor, picked up my glasses, and put them back on me. At this point, I glared at him even more so, seeing that there was a streak of silver paint on the outside of the lenses, paint from his sword. Any harder and/or closer, and I may have very well gone blind. |
As I said before, he missed quite a few fight rehearsals. One day, where we had to do our movements over and over again for the fight coordinator, Brian was out sick. Therefore, I had to mime out the fight on my own. Needless to say, I was not in the best mood because of that. When it came time to demonstrate my moves, I put all of my pent-up rage from him not being there into my swings and my facial expressions, and I pretty much beat the air in front of me to a bloody pulp, even breathing heavily over it after it was over, finally letting my rage settle. The room was shocked. Little miss innocent Caroline, being this violent? It just wasn't natural! Even the fight coordinator looked over at me and said, "Pardon my language, but you just kicked Brian's a**!" It got a good laugh out of the room. The next fight rehearsal began with the coordinator coming up to Brian to warn him of my violent tendencies. It wasn't so bad, but still, I was mad. |
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A Rude Wakeup by Slightly |
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Well, what do you know, another stage combat complaint... But Brian is safe from the blame in this one. During the show, Tootles and Slightly get into an argument about "who shot down the Wendy bird." I was playing Tootles, and my friend Jake, from the improvisational theater troupe I was in, played Slightly. We hadn't really planned on anything except for a little arm flailing, not coming anywhere near each other, except for faces. He decided to try something different on the first show, though. He came up to me, telling me to just let it go, that the other lost boy had shot down the Wendy bird, and as I was supposed to, I refused. He in turn took off my cap and tried to hit me with it. In my shock, I leaned forward to get it back, not realizing he was trying to use it as a weapon. As it turns out, the hat was never used as one. Instead, it was his fist. Yeah. Ouch. While he continued to flail his arms around and I held my nose in pain, he mouthed out "I'm sorry!" as the section of the audience that could clearly see it happen began to hold their noses as well, as though they felt that same pain, agreeing with me that it was a very well-acted move, since I wasn't even trying to act... As "Building a House for Wendy" started to play, the Lost Boys scampered off stage. Jake continued to tell me he was sorry, and I put my hands on his shoulders, standing right in front of him. "Jake, what is the first thing you are told about stage combat? It is to never, EVER do something without warning and rehearsing with your partner. We were told this twenty thousand times in the past week alone, Jake. Now, if you dare to try that again..." At that moment, I raised my knee quickly, an inch away from hitting him in a very vulnerable spot, and his face scrunched up, bracing for impact. "Now, you gonna do that again?" All he could do was whimper and nod. Quite a comical sight to behold, but throughout the musical number, I was wiping the area underneath my nose, just to see if I was bleeding. Lucky for him, I wasn't. But he did try his best to get back on my good side, which he did, especially after buying me so many drinks during improvisation practice... Ha ha ha! Poor, poor Jake. |