031. Glitter - June/July - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
In their school whenever they put on a production they tried to involve as much of the school as possible, a fact the drama students hated. Well...they had nothing against the band, but it was the dancers that they hated.
Especially when they performed a musical the dancers seemed to push their way into it all. They were there to dance, that was all. Be filler characters for the background and tell the story with their bodies. Oh so many times though, they had somehow stolen the spotlight from the real actors, stolen lines, stolen characters. It had been especially evident when Aunty Lou had first come to the school just in time to co-direct Footloose. The school band and other music students in classes was of course there to play the score, that was fine. The dancers were supposed to be there to dance, and that was all. That's what they had auditioned for, while the drama students had of course auditioned for the characters of the play. They would, yes, have to dance a little, but that was no problem since those easy steps could be learnt.
But then, somehow, most of the dancers got character parts for the simple fact that 'they should already be on stage to dance', which left most of the drama students to stand in the very back and sing as the chorus, and that was all.
The musical had turned out horribly. The dance students of course had little training to act on stage and hardly any of them knew how to project their voice or how to hold themselves on stage. Opening night had been terrible. Only the main characters had mics and so little of the audience heard anything else at all from any of the other characters. Backs had been to the audience when lines were spoken and half of the cast were breaking character left right and centre to look at their friends and snicker.
So it was clear to see why the drama students absolutely hated the dance students of their school. Whenever they put on a production now they had separate dressing rooms, leaving the dance students to waste their time with hair straighteners and glitter, giggling and gossipping as they 'beautyified' themselves, while the drama students went through a real makeup procedure as well as drama warm up exercises.
Toby pretended to choke as he walked past the dance changing room, the air was thick with hair spray, deodorant and perfume. It was disgusting really. The healthy smell of their own acting changing room merely smelt of concealed and powders to make their faces look real under all the lights and their expressions readable from the back row of the theatre. Real smells. Professional smells.
"Damn ugly girls," he muttered to Daire as she met him by the door. "If only they could look half presentable without all that glitter..."
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Especially when they performed a musical the dancers seemed to push their way into it all. They were there to dance, that was all. Be filler characters for the background and tell the story with their bodies. Oh so many times though, they had somehow stolen the spotlight from the real actors, stolen lines, stolen characters. It had been especially evident when Aunty Lou had first come to the school just in time to co-direct Footloose. The school band and other music students in classes was of course there to play the score, that was fine. The dancers were supposed to be there to dance, and that was all. That's what they had auditioned for, while the drama students had of course auditioned for the characters of the play. They would, yes, have to dance a little, but that was no problem since those easy steps could be learnt.
But then, somehow, most of the dancers got character parts for the simple fact that 'they should already be on stage to dance', which left most of the drama students to stand in the very back and sing as the chorus, and that was all.
The musical had turned out horribly. The dance students of course had little training to act on stage and hardly any of them knew how to project their voice or how to hold themselves on stage. Opening night had been terrible. Only the main characters had mics and so little of the audience heard anything else at all from any of the other characters. Backs had been to the audience when lines were spoken and half of the cast were breaking character left right and centre to look at their friends and snicker.
So it was clear to see why the drama students absolutely hated the dance students of their school. Whenever they put on a production now they had separate dressing rooms, leaving the dance students to waste their time with hair straighteners and glitter, giggling and gossipping as they 'beautyified' themselves, while the drama students went through a real makeup procedure as well as drama warm up exercises.
Toby pretended to choke as he walked past the dance changing room, the air was thick with hair spray, deodorant and perfume. It was disgusting really. The healthy smell of their own acting changing room merely smelt of concealed and powders to make their faces look real under all the lights and their expressions readable from the back row of the theatre. Real smells. Professional smells.
"Damn ugly girls," he muttered to Daire as she met him by the door. "If only they could look half presentable without all that glitter..."
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