Frustration!
I'm a bit frustrated in the memorizing department for The Butler Did It (I haven't even begun to re-look over my Shakespeare monologue or the short scene from WASP - ack!).
I'm good and fast at memorizing. I'm not tooting my own horn - it's just a knack I have. I can memorize text for tests, random crap that is typed, and lines from scripts in a rather fast fashion. I read it over a few times, and poof!, it's in my head, maybe with a few added or subtract words here and there, but solidified, nonetheless.
I dedicated two days per original act of the play, thus making me "off book" for the entire play today. With the assistance of my mother, she gave me my cue lines for act one, and I flubbed left and right. Why, you ask? Because of this damned noodle bit that goes on after rehearsals. The director makes the stage manager (Alex) whack us with a pool noodle for each paraphrase or mistake in our lines we make. This includes such "mistakes" as this: if I say the line, "He's a man to be reckoned with" when the line is actually, "He's a man to reckon with" - I'll get a whack.
I completely disagree with this. If I were to completely jumble the line into something else, whack me, but if I add or take away a word, I see no reason to. In the scheme of things, it's nonsense.
So, the thought of getting whacked for each little mistake I make without holding my script, and getting whacked if I call for line has made me so paranoid that it makes me hesitant to say my lines and I struggled so much with memorizing the lines EXACTLY, that I've given myself horrendous headaches.
Plus, I found that if I don't say my line in a Miss Maple fashion, I simply don't know the lines.
I'm good and fast at memorizing. I'm not tooting my own horn - it's just a knack I have. I can memorize text for tests, random crap that is typed, and lines from scripts in a rather fast fashion. I read it over a few times, and poof!, it's in my head, maybe with a few added or subtract words here and there, but solidified, nonetheless.
I dedicated two days per original act of the play, thus making me "off book" for the entire play today. With the assistance of my mother, she gave me my cue lines for act one, and I flubbed left and right. Why, you ask? Because of this damned noodle bit that goes on after rehearsals. The director makes the stage manager (Alex) whack us with a pool noodle for each paraphrase or mistake in our lines we make. This includes such "mistakes" as this: if I say the line, "He's a man to be reckoned with" when the line is actually, "He's a man to reckon with" - I'll get a whack.
I completely disagree with this. If I were to completely jumble the line into something else, whack me, but if I add or take away a word, I see no reason to. In the scheme of things, it's nonsense.
So, the thought of getting whacked for each little mistake I make without holding my script, and getting whacked if I call for line has made me so paranoid that it makes me hesitant to say my lines and I struggled so much with memorizing the lines EXACTLY, that I've given myself horrendous headaches.
Plus, I found that if I don't say my line in a Miss Maple fashion, I simply don't know the lines.