Re: Box Officecowboy_sailorApril 20 2010, 18:21:57 UTC
Tully rather enjoyed these performances. And since his boat was almost finished, he figured he deserved a break. He bought his ticket and headed inside.
Re: Backstagebitten_notshyApril 20 2010, 15:01:18 UTC
Jack shrugged into his costume -- he didn't think Harper had done too badly by him -- and paced about, trying to stay in motion. He didn't get stage fright, exactly, but he always found it easier to act if he didn't give himself too much time to think about what he was going to do.
Re: BackstageicecoldfrostApril 20 2010, 15:25:30 UTC
Emma was already in costume, and was working on her hair and make-up while she waited for the curtain to rise. She had her mental shields at maximum, for once, because she did not want to have to deal with any stage fright from her coworkers.
Re: BackstageendsthegameApril 20 2010, 15:27:50 UTC
Ender was getting the last bit of his costume ready, but it wasn't exactly anything he was worried about. Time not spent with that was spent going through his lines again.
Peter took a seat in the back. He wanted to see Sam, but he didn't want Sam to get nervous by seeing him. He figured there'd be time for that after the show.
Re: In The Seatschose_humanityApril 20 2010, 16:03:49 UTC
Mitchell had arrived. Partly because of the culture factor. Partly to make fun of support Kate in a sort of 'guess what I know you're doing' kind of fashion.
With his only two finals completed, Bod thought a night out would do him good. It'd, at least, let his brain unwind some. So, he was there, towards the back and tucked away but there.
Re: The PerformanceblondecanaryApril 20 2010, 16:29:30 UTC
Most of the play, Dinah followed Emma around and remained silent, looking worried, mournful, or terrified on cue without saying anything. Princess Elizabeth looked sweet and vulnerable in her sweeping dress and circlet, and like anyone wanting to hurt her was a monster.
Then she got to let loose as Tyrrel, flirting/not-flirting with Gloucester, stalking around like a soldier gone bad, and generally having way, way too much fun.
The tyrannous and bloody deed is done. The most arch of piteous massacre That ever yet this land was guilty of.
She went on to describe the henchmen's reactions of guilt and grief with as much callousness as she could imagine; Harley Quinn-like, almost, although a little of her own awareness crept into it, more as ... depression, or despair, at what people did and didn't care about.
Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse; They could not speak; and so I left them both, To bring this tidings to the bloody king. And here he comes.And proceeded to act as if she expected a very particular reward for
( ... )
Re: The PerformancevanillajelloApril 20 2010, 16:30:20 UTC
Kate's nerves tried to take her over when it was her turn to take the stage. It was just her talking for a rather long time, after all.
But Lady Anne was a mourning woman by King Henry's coffin; Kate could use her own shakiness in that, and she got over it pretty quickly. By the time Richard entered and the scene got to the dialogue, Kate had forgotten all about her nerves and she felt like she was on fire.
O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! was where she hit really her stride
( ... )
Re: The Performancepsychic_wonderApril 20 2010, 17:34:08 UTC
For the past week, Sam had looked toward this moment with increasing amounts of something close to dread. There were so many things that could go wrong, so many places he could screw things up, not just for himself but for everyone else, and it didn't matter that the last play had turned out fine because this was a totally different story.
But somehow, all of that seemed to fade once he got out on stage. Maybe it was everything coming together - the lights and the costumes and a real audience - or maybe it was the rush of no longer having the safety net of it's just a rehearsal underneath him, but not even spotting Dean as he crossed the stage at the start threw him tonight.
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; he began, and everything just fell into place from there
( ... )
"Good job!" Tony grinned. "Maybe try pulling back a tiny bit on Thursday. You're about two steps from muahaha-ing in a couple places. Which is working, mostly, but be careful about crossing that line. Excellent work on act four, scene three, though. That's spot on. Don't change a thing."
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He never had trouble being calm.
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What? His Tuesday nights were empty!
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Then she got to let loose as Tyrrel, flirting/not-flirting with Gloucester, stalking around like a soldier gone bad, and generally having way, way too much fun.
The tyrannous and bloody deed is done.
The most arch of piteous massacre
That ever yet this land was guilty of.
She went on to describe the henchmen's reactions of guilt and grief with as much callousness as she could imagine; Harley Quinn-like, almost, although a little of her own awareness crept into it, more as ... depression, or despair, at what people did and didn't care about.
Thus both are gone with conscience and remorse;
They could not speak; and so I left them both,
To bring this tidings to the bloody king.
And here he comes.And proceeded to act as if she expected a very particular reward for ( ... )
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But Lady Anne was a mourning woman by King Henry's coffin; Kate could use her own shakiness in that, and she got over it pretty quickly. By the time Richard entered and the scene got to the dialogue, Kate had forgotten all about her nerves and she felt like she was on fire.
O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! was where she hit really her stride ( ... )
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But somehow, all of that seemed to fade once he got out on stage. Maybe it was everything coming together - the lights and the costumes and a real audience - or maybe it was the rush of no longer having the safety net of it's just a rehearsal underneath him, but not even spotting Dean as he crossed the stage at the start threw him tonight.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York; he began, and everything just fell into place from there ( ... )
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