Post by minawallace on Jan 2, 2011 1:37:29 GMT -5
As the actors flowed across the stage, the cues perfect, the moment strong, the lights hit them in the perfect way. All according to plan. The villain’s intents were clear in his expression and the shadows that splayed across the scene. The tension was rising as his monologue surmounted itself with maniacal laughter that flooded the ears of all in the audience. Which, although few were hushed, wide eyed, on the edge of their seats. A bright flash emanated from behind him, making his figure seem all the more imposing. A collective gasp came from the occupied chairs. His final words, and then Black out. Mina sighed. Rehearsal was over for today. And everything went according to plan. That never happened, someone was probably about to die. It wasn’t even opening night and all the planning, all the rehearsing, everything was down, done, and this was scaring her. Well, in a “You have to be in theatre to get it” not an “I’m actually terrified” way.
As the actors shuffled off to do their wind-down exercises the techies came by the booth in the back where she was perched on her chair looking down on the scene below. A few congratulations went her way for the lighting design, but most of the talk was about opening night, or who was going out for pizza later. Mina sure as hell wasn’t. Although she loved her techies dearly, she didn’t have the courage for public yet. There was a drag in the conversations when a voice was heard calling over the crowd. Time for Mina’s least favorite moment of the night. Notes.
It wasn’t her least favorite because she had to listen to what went wrong; it was because she had to talk in front of the techies too. She was an assistant manager for sound, and she ran the lighting. Luckily, she could hold it off until she could corral them into the tech-booth so she didn’t have to stand in front of all the theatre kids. Mina chose a back seat and sunk in once the stage manager started to list off what the director had said during the play. Clarification and promises to be better ensued. The girl didn’t pay too much attention because her group did just fine. There was barely any moments that were far off. No errors of the actors because of her techies. She was proud of them.
After the talks, she gathered the lighting and sound crew and headed to the small room at the top of the stairs. Min stood in front of them, feeling her stomach jump a little she kept her bad side of her face pointed as far away as she could while still facing them. They all knew, and none of them really cared. But some of them felt really uncomfortable staring at it, and she always felt odd, scared, and stupid standing around anyone. She told them to tighten up a few places, and how she wanted things to look in others, then traded the speech off the sound manager, who prattled on about feedback and then the talks turned back to pizza and hanging out. Mina slipped out the back and tossed her hood up. Ready to go home.
As the actors shuffled off to do their wind-down exercises the techies came by the booth in the back where she was perched on her chair looking down on the scene below. A few congratulations went her way for the lighting design, but most of the talk was about opening night, or who was going out for pizza later. Mina sure as hell wasn’t. Although she loved her techies dearly, she didn’t have the courage for public yet. There was a drag in the conversations when a voice was heard calling over the crowd. Time for Mina’s least favorite moment of the night. Notes.
It wasn’t her least favorite because she had to listen to what went wrong; it was because she had to talk in front of the techies too. She was an assistant manager for sound, and she ran the lighting. Luckily, she could hold it off until she could corral them into the tech-booth so she didn’t have to stand in front of all the theatre kids. Mina chose a back seat and sunk in once the stage manager started to list off what the director had said during the play. Clarification and promises to be better ensued. The girl didn’t pay too much attention because her group did just fine. There was barely any moments that were far off. No errors of the actors because of her techies. She was proud of them.
After the talks, she gathered the lighting and sound crew and headed to the small room at the top of the stairs. Min stood in front of them, feeling her stomach jump a little she kept her bad side of her face pointed as far away as she could while still facing them. They all knew, and none of them really cared. But some of them felt really uncomfortable staring at it, and she always felt odd, scared, and stupid standing around anyone. She told them to tighten up a few places, and how she wanted things to look in others, then traded the speech off the sound manager, who prattled on about feedback and then the talks turned back to pizza and hanging out. Mina slipped out the back and tossed her hood up. Ready to go home.