Klutz
After seeing flitzermusik attempt to juggling some time in the last two weeks, I hadn't quite noticed that my hands became fidgety. They wanted activity. Of course, my hands always want activity. They're active hands, for the most part. I have to clasp them together or stick them in pockets to make them stop moving.
So, it was only in the last couple of days that their restlessness had really been getting to me; and it was only this morning that I realized why.
In middle school, we did a musical show called "Carnival". By now, I've forgotten EVERYTHING about it. I wasn't in the production this time. I had decided to join the tech crew because I was completely scarred from my Peter Pan experience in sixth grade where I got the part of a Lost Boy with a name, choked and then begged Mrs. Howard to let me just be an extra a few weeks before the first show.
That was followed by the next year being SURPRISINGLY given the part of Juliet. Juliet was a catastrophe as Mrs. Howard completely ignored me due to the fact that there were three other Juliet-divas (one for each of the four performances done that fall). My Romeo was a pitiful Romeo (oh, how I wished to have the other Romeo who was actually INTERESTED in doing well in his part). No, instead, I got the Romeo that forgot most of his lines, jumped around the script, made me improvise pitifully with lots of giggling and blushing, and then.. when I had to die ontop of him, I got to listen to his digestive system suffer indigestion through the rest of the play, doing my best to play dead with the light hot on my face.
The summer performance after R+J was some sort of french-related setting of a musical that I again got the lead part in. I don't know how that happened. I don't remember it either. I don't remember the audition or the name of it or how I managed to remember my lines and the music, but I did. It would've gone well if someone hadn't stolen my costume the night of the performance. No, it wasn't misplaced. It was stolen. I suspect drama-diva antics were involved.
So, in eighth grade, I didn't want to be on the stage at all. It was just all too traumatic. I sat with Mrs. Howard who DID like me, but was so easily distracted by all the noisy "talent". And it was "Carnival". Again, I don't remember the production. I breezed through Tech, doing very little other than basically being a go-fer ("Go fer this, Verne. Go fer that, Verne.") The one thing I do remember was getting to practice juggling with folks who had to learn it. I found quite a bit of enjoyment in it, though I wasn't very good. I could juggle three balls well enough, until my hands got so over-enthusiastic that I would overthrow a ball and lose them all. I could just barely juggle four.
At the end of the show, Mrs. Howard saw how much I enjoyed them and gave me a set of three well-beaten-in klutz juggling balls made of cloth and beans and I enjoyed them thoroughly until one ripped at a seam and the other two got lost during high school.
I really miss those juggling balls, so I've added some to my wishlist *.* Though, I'd prefer to actually see juggling balls in person before I buy them.
I'm going to get myself some good cloth ones after Christmas if I can find them.
So, it was only in the last couple of days that their restlessness had really been getting to me; and it was only this morning that I realized why.
In middle school, we did a musical show called "Carnival". By now, I've forgotten EVERYTHING about it. I wasn't in the production this time. I had decided to join the tech crew because I was completely scarred from my Peter Pan experience in sixth grade where I got the part of a Lost Boy with a name, choked and then begged Mrs. Howard to let me just be an extra a few weeks before the first show.
That was followed by the next year being SURPRISINGLY given the part of Juliet. Juliet was a catastrophe as Mrs. Howard completely ignored me due to the fact that there were three other Juliet-divas (one for each of the four performances done that fall). My Romeo was a pitiful Romeo (oh, how I wished to have the other Romeo who was actually INTERESTED in doing well in his part). No, instead, I got the Romeo that forgot most of his lines, jumped around the script, made me improvise pitifully with lots of giggling and blushing, and then.. when I had to die ontop of him, I got to listen to his digestive system suffer indigestion through the rest of the play, doing my best to play dead with the light hot on my face.
The summer performance after R+J was some sort of french-related setting of a musical that I again got the lead part in. I don't know how that happened. I don't remember it either. I don't remember the audition or the name of it or how I managed to remember my lines and the music, but I did. It would've gone well if someone hadn't stolen my costume the night of the performance. No, it wasn't misplaced. It was stolen. I suspect drama-diva antics were involved.
So, in eighth grade, I didn't want to be on the stage at all. It was just all too traumatic. I sat with Mrs. Howard who DID like me, but was so easily distracted by all the noisy "talent". And it was "Carnival". Again, I don't remember the production. I breezed through Tech, doing very little other than basically being a go-fer ("Go fer this, Verne. Go fer that, Verne.") The one thing I do remember was getting to practice juggling with folks who had to learn it. I found quite a bit of enjoyment in it, though I wasn't very good. I could juggle three balls well enough, until my hands got so over-enthusiastic that I would overthrow a ball and lose them all. I could just barely juggle four.
At the end of the show, Mrs. Howard saw how much I enjoyed them and gave me a set of three well-beaten-in klutz juggling balls made of cloth and beans and I enjoyed them thoroughly until one ripped at a seam and the other two got lost during high school.
I really miss those juggling balls, so I've added some to my wishlist *.* Though, I'd prefer to actually see juggling balls in person before I buy them.
I'm going to get myself some good cloth ones after Christmas if I can find them.