Searing pain overcomes his hand. The insentient cement wall absorbs another powerless blow. Blood drips from his knuckles’ newly formed cut. However, he isn't fazed by the aching hand. His brown eyes’ stare seeming almost broken, yet filled with fear. A silence surrounds the stage like London fog, making it hard to breathe. The once faithful brown eyes have now dissolved into gushing tears, releasing the fear, the pain, and the complete brokenness. However, this feeling will always remain centered . He will never forget his crime... The lights slowly fade, beams are holding onto every bit of light as if it's life or death. Nobody except left on the stage. I wipe my eyes and grab a wet rag from the side stage to soak my bleeding fist. Have you ever been someone else? As in forgotten your entire molecular fiber, becoming another human being. I have. However, this gift doesn't happen arbitrarily. Only after hours of preparation, until I take the stage and perform. I've never understood why I enjoy this transformation so much or why I continue to indulge in it. Yet, I've never felt anything like it. The thing that most intrigues me is being another person. It’s not that I don’t like who I am. However, I believe that I still don’t fully know who I am. Acting allows me to explore myself, almost forcing me to know who I am. …show more content…
I can try though. Feeling another person’s pain or joy brings me to these emotions with a choice. Do I accept these as my own? Are they “my character” or “me?” Sometimes there isn’t a difference. However, I always know that pure excited emotion is who I am and why I love acting’s idea. I am a shy person. Which is why I have gravitated towards acting so much. What is the actor’s job? What does he do? Well, acting is being real, interesting, and conveying specific emotions towards the
I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.
Thank you for taking an interest in the role! I really appreciate it. — So I have some background for the Emilia role, but it's open to creative freedom. She, Brandon (me) and the Kit all grew up on the bad side of town (I haven't picked a location yet, as I wanted everyone's input once I got the group together) She and Brandon are very close, almost like siblings, and he's very protective of her; they have a relationship like Dom and Mia from Fast and the Furious.
Thornton Wilder, a Wisconsin native, is the writer of the Pulitzer Prize winner play Our Town. In Our Town, Wilder tells the story of a town in Grover’s Corners, New Hampshire, and the daily lives of the inhabitants. In the play, the author uses minimal props and scenery as well as including a main character known as the Stage Manager that has the ability to break the fourth wall, allowing him to talk to the audience. This factor of talking to the audience is a major component of making the public a part of the town. Throughout the play, there are many instances in which the Stage Manager uses various cues as well as dialogues to incorporate the audience and develop an intimate relationship to create a true sense of “our town”.
Mother is angry with Joe, and told him that his illness cannot be treated Joe asked to video chat with his therapist
Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.
You have to establish details about the character and there relationship with the environment and other characters. The opening scene with just Callie in her living room apartment was pretty long. At first it feels as if its for no reason. But the director uses this time to really establish who she is and where she is. We spend time getting to know Callie.
I push the cracked oak wood tavern door open. Eyes sweep across the room falling on me. Wearing a dark hood and cloak concealing all but my piercing ice blue eyes and half of my nose. My wide chest, wiry arms, thick legs and my two swords also hidden away underneath my cloak. I’ve been growing my beard out, short cropped it isn’t much to deal with. The tavern is laid thick with the scents of; stale alcohol, fresh bread, and charred savory meat roasting on the spit in the center of the tavern. In the opposite corner of the tavern sits a table bathed in shadows with four armed individuals.
The camera all static, black and white shows a picture of a girl tied to a chair with a black sack on her head as she weeps for help, with the one light over head of the girl the shadows where harder to make out any figures or toys as the host would call them. Music starts to play as a young man walks out from the shadows with a whip in hand and toys with the girl’s legs as he walks around her. The sounds of the whip as he smacked it on her where loud but covered under the music. Blood and sweat all over the floor as the title played out for the credits of the show “See things my way and enjoy” as the screen went into static…. I stood there as the girl was huffing and puffing.
“But then… We began to have separate classes, and I kept getting further away from you. That made me really sad, but it was a good thing that ended quickly! In freshman year, I entered the Drama Club. And when I saw you there, it felt like a dream come true! This time, I didn’t’ want to lose you!
*Ok, so I know this is off from the time line of the books, but I'm going to have it so Natalie goes to the dance so I can introduce the new Character.
I know you now love me But i fear one day you’ll judge me For something silly Like my sexualillity You say you have friends Who are LGBT
1 Emotions shine through the students as sophomore Nate Johnson and seniors Conner Havrilla and Kaitlyn Pepper get deep into character. “One way I get into character is to shut myself out from the real world. I’ll sit somewhere alone and think only about my character. Whether it’s Ali Hakim or any other character,” said Johnson. 2
I wiped away the tears brought on my my fathers words. Kill yourself. I thought that i would always have him, if no one else. I looked up and stared into his eyes. Blue like mine and id never hated anything as much as those eyes. They were cold and merciless. I pushed back more tears and felt the sting of regret. Why did i think hed understand me? I thought telling him i was gay would help our relationship but never had i been so wrong. I choked on the thousand things i wanted to say and he shook his head at me. "Maybe i will..." i stammered before running out into the cold night air. Why me? Why couldn't i look at a girl and want her? Why is it that only another man can make me feel love so truly? It was passed midnight by the time i got to
-You are kidding me?- Tony asked surprised, while looking at Steve’s stern expression –All right, let’s fix that, Jarvis filter the audio, clean it up and amplify it all that you can.-
I haven't been praying enough. My heart seems to have forgot God is there for me. My mind has been attacked by sinful thoughts and they keep me up at night. Lack of sleep and the slight cold symptoms I was feeling today are not a good match. I'm feeling better though. All of this isn't because of this new environment of Raleigh. I say that because the last couple of weeks before I left Ec my mind was restless too.