In case you didn't notice by the description, today's post will be about acting.
Ah, acting, acting! It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me consume large amounts of pizza (more on that later), it makes me go to sleep aching and banged up. But I love it.
Thursday night was opening night for our four-day performance of Fiddler on the Roof. This play is my first musical and I have to say, I like it a lot. Even though singing is not exactly my strong suit. *warbles some horrible off-key show tune*
I was cast as Shprintze, one if Tevye's daughters. Though Shprintze (or as I was nicknamed, Sprinkles [again, more on that later]) is not a main character, she does have lines. And apparently for a freshman to land a speaking role is close to legend in our drama club! I'm thankful that I was blessed with this role.
Fiddler on the Roof is all about traditions, but our drama club itself has a whole boatload of traditions! Shall I list them out?
1. The main characters are given interesting nicknames. Example: Tzeitel is Pretzel, Hodel is Wattles, Chava is Java, Shprintze is Sprinkles, Bielke is Binky. Interestingly, the real MC, Tevye, was not given a nickname. Golde, his wife and my mother, was but it includes a little profanity (jokingly) so I won't post it here.
2. Duct tape is a must. Who knows how this one got started? Before every show, every cast and crew member — all 78 of us — slaps on a few pieces of duct tape onto their bare skin. At the end of the show we rip it off. However much it hurts is how well the play went. (My skin's still red from Thursday, so I guess we did great!)
This is funny because our three stage managers, who are very serious and practical people, were equally serious and practical about the duct tape. Before the show they went around interrogating people as to whether or not they had duct tape on. Apparently if you don't wear duct tape and the show fails, the blame is put on you.
Yes, we are all quite crazy.
3. Pizza all around. On Friday after the production the entire cast and crew goes to a small local pizza place and consumes an alarming amount of carbohydrates. Sounds normal, yes? No.
We arrived at the pizza place at 11pm. I left at 12:45 or so; some people stayed until 3am.
But the pizza is SOOO good! Everyone at my table (Natalie [a Russian soldier; she got a mustache], Maya [a non-speaking daughter], Evan [the rabbi's son], LaRoux [yes that is her real name; a non-speaking mama], and I) pitched in our cash and bought five small pizzas, root beer, and an ice cream pie.
Imagine 78 loud teenagers in a small space. Imagine us periodically breaking into songs from the show and everybody joining in. Imagine chaos and delicious pizza.
The pizza people have probably come to hate out drama club over the years.
4. There is a huge cast party. Our Thanksgiving vacation begins on Wednesday, so on Tuesday night after the set has been cleaned up and dismantled, there is a huge party. All 78 of us (who are allowed; kudos to my mother and father for trusting me) go to someone's house and have a party. Most people sleep over, and the party goes all night.
Let's have a round of applause for the host's parents...
5. After the curtain falls, everybody screams. And hugs each other. At the end of the performance, after the curtain call, when we are sealed into blackness before the house lights come on, the audience is treated to us yelling and screaming with joy that the show didn't fail. I don't know who half the people that hugged me these past two nights are (faces are difficult to make out in darkness... a Captain Obvious statement...), but I don't particularly care. It sounds corny but we're all a big family, from little froshes like me to the seniors (*weeps for our dear seniors who are going off to college and will no longer be in drama club*).
Isn't it funny how drama clubbers are generally considered to be shy and kind of nerdy? That's not really the case in our club. We have people from all walks of life and very few of us are shy. In fact, we're kind of the opposite of shy.
Fun fact: I am taller than everybody in my family except for my oldest sister, who is my height, and my father, who is inordinately tall.
I am supposed to be ten to twelve years old.
From left to right: Natalie (Russian soldier), Maya (daughter), me.
|my tongue was green from candy...|
Here's one of people building our set. This is an old photo but I wanted to share it with you.
|From left to right: Stage Manager #1, Jocelyn (a techie), Emily (who plays Golde, my mama), and Coran (a |
non-speaking daughter). I think they're framing a house in this picture.