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Post by lee on Jan 16, 2009 21:49:05 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen walked into the Drama room and closed the door behind him, he didn’t lock it so Ella could walk in without him having to go to the door and unlock it, which would be such a pain in the butt. He’d begged the teacher to let him book the room to practise the scene they’d had to learn for homework. He was lucky enough to be partnered with Ella, remembered the talk with Charlie in the café when he mentioned that she was his best friend so he figured maybe by getting to know her he could get to know Charlie a little better. Allen knew he was developing a crush on the guy, it probably had something to do with the fact that he was the first gay guy that Allen had met who didn’t seem ashamed of who he was and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly good looking. Allen was hoping that there was a chance that Ella could at least give him some advice on how to get Charlie to notice him; if luck were on his side then… well it’d be a miracle. When it came to dating luck was never on his side but he could dream couldn’t he?
He walked over to the table by the wall and grabbed a copy of the script that they had to learn for class, he’d stupidly left his in his dorm room and really didn’t want to have to go back to get it. Luckily there were usually spares in the room for just such an occasion. “OK let’s have us a little looksee” he said opening the script and reading the first lines, he hadn’t read his copy yet, he never read a script before the first rehearsal. It had become like a ritual for him, he seemed to perform better if his first reading of the script happened on the first day of rehersal. It was one of those crazy theatre superstitions he’d developed “Whoa this is harsh stuff, whoever wrote this must have huge cajones” he said reading all the language in the first few lines. It was a tough read but that was the point, to see if they could perform something so emotional. He read on and got to the part where his character had to scream abuse at Ella’s, stuff he didn’t know if he could even say “Whoa dramatic” he said sitting by the wall and reading on. It was going to take a lot out of him but he had been wanting to act across from Ella for a while anyway, having seen her in class and thinking she was a pretty good actress… plus again there was that crush on Charlie he was hoping she could help him with, if she managed to somehow get him in with Charlie he’d be tickled pink. He put the book down and thought dreamily about Charlie, that talk in the café stuck with him and now he was just visualising Charlie and wondering what his lips tasted like.
He shook his head “Stop thinking about the cute muso, focus on the acting” he said trying to force the thoughts of Charlie out of his mind, why did he have to be a slave to his emotions? He tried to read the script but every time he did his mind just forced him back to his thoughts about the talk he’d had with Charlie in the café, it wasn’t that long ago but he was still reeling abut how nice it had been to talk to another gay guy without having to hide it. He put the script down and rubbed his eyes to try and get the Charlie related thoughts out of his mind, he felt his cheeks reddening and sighed “God what I wouldn’t give for an invisibility cloak right about now” he muttered, wanting to vanish and slink away before Ella turned up and spotted his reddened cheeks. He knew he couldn’t though, he’d gone to a lot of effort to set this rehearsal up and if he didn’t show up that wouldn’t go over well with Ella, who he could guess would tell Charlie what a flake he had been.
He wished he wasn’t so concerned about what Charlie thought about him, but on the other hand he wasn’t able to think about anything else “Damn, why’d he have to be cute and available and gay, it’s the freaking trifecta” he said hitting his head against the wall, getting a little dizzy because of it “Ow, motherchuker” his mothers teaching about swearing just wouldn’t go away. He looked at the clock “Come on Ella where are you?” he said under his breath. He was already seriously thinking about ambushing her with a barrage of questions about Charlie, what flowers did he like, what’s his favourite movie, does he like kumquats, all these thoughts threw his mind in a matter of seconds. He walked around the drama room and tried to think about how to approach the subject “Ok maybe I should just say ‘Hi, I’m attracted to your best friend, got any tips on how to get him to like me’… and then she’ll call security and I’m a dead man” he said shaking his head “This is tougher than I thought” he said leaning against the wall, his back to the door as he tried to collect his bearings before Ella turned up.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Jan 30, 2009 22:33:15 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
“Nessa..” Ella frowned at the phone. Her sister was being ridiculous. She’d had some sort of disagreement with Marie, and because Ella had been honest and said that Vanessa had done the wrong thing, her seventeen-year-old sister was now yelling at her through the phone. Why she let herself get drawn into the petty arguments with her siblings, Ella would never know. She couldn’t help it though. It was all apart of being from a close knit family. It two were fighting you had to choose a side or die in the cross fire. Ella always tried to stay objective but in the end she couldn’t help offer her opinion.
Sighing, the young woman closed her eyes. “Vanessa. I have to go. I’m supposed to meet someone. I’ll call you back..” Ella cringed as her sister exploded into a string of accusations that Ella was blowing her off and that she didn’t care. Vanessa was certainly the more emotional of the Torres clan. “Babe don’t be a fool, you know that’s not what I meant. I have to meet someone to work on a school thing. I swear to god I will call you back in a few hours and if I don’t may I grow bald.”
She paused outside the door to the drama room. Hoping her sister would calm down a moment so she could actually hang up without it pissing her little sister off even more. Biting her lip, Ella glanced around for some sort of clock so she could see just how late she was. “Okay. Yes. You go do that. Bake something. I’ll call you later. Bye.” Pulling the phone away from her ear, Ella snapped it shut. Letting out an aggravated sigh. She loved her family, but sometimes they drove the girl crazy.
Slipping the phone into her pocket, Ella pushed open the door and stepped into the classroom. She took a deep breath, pushing all the negative thoughts from her mind before she pulled on a grin. “Hey Allen. Sorry I’m late. My sister called… She’s kind of emotional.” Ella opened her nap-sack and pulled out her own copy of the script, flipping it open. “So this is some intense stuff isn’t it?” She glanced down at the text. “I had to read it like, a billion times..”
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Post by lee on Jan 31, 2009 11:24:18 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen looked at the clock once more, he was a mere hairs breath away from going back to his dorm room and arranging another time when Ella walked in. he figured late was better than never and once he heard why she was late he felt a little bad for thinking about leaving “That’s cool Ella, gave me a chance to look at the script” he said, holding the aforementioned script close to his chest like a teddy. “I only just read it, what’s with the slapping thing? Seriously I think the guy who wrote this had serious issues, Just promise me when you do slap me you don't do it too hard” he said opening the script.
He walked over to the piles of chairs and put the opened script on top of one, he grabbed the two top chairs from the pile and carried them over to Ella. He separated the two seats and handed her one “One seat, extra crispy” he said trying to joke, which they would probably need a lot of considering the material they had to work with. He sat in his seat, crossing his legs and resting the script on top of it “God if we don’t get an A just for being willing to do this scene then there is no justice” he said still finding the material a little shocking. He was usually OK with powerfully emotional material, he’d done a fair bit of the dramatic stuff at school preferring it to the comedy, but this was really powerful emotional stuff even by his standards.
He looked at Ella and gulped a little, he knew that they should really buckle down and rehearse but he had his ulterior motive to deal with. He really wanted to get it out of the way so they could rehearse, get his mind calmed and let him get on with the practise. Though he had no idea how to approach the subject, maybe the subtle approach would work? “Oh Ella, I met that friend of yours, Charlie” he thought that was a decent start “You wouldn’t know if he happened to be seeing someone would you?” But the ending sucked, he knew full well that Charlie was single but he didn’t want to come off as a know it all, he was trying to be subtle… which never ever worked but he was willing to give it a shot.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 3, 2009 0:53:13 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
Hearing the boy’s reaction to the script, Ella couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s Noel Coward. He was a fan of the love-hate relationship. Done well his work is really amazing. It’s that delicate mixture between comedy and tragedy. But yeah, he did have issues.” Alright, so perhaps Ella was a little too passionate about her theatre, but she couldn’t help it. She loved almost every form theatre came in. Noel Coward just happened to be one of her favourites. It was why she had been so keen to do that particular scene. She couldn’t help it, she found arguing fun.
Ella smiled as he offered her a chair. She sat down, and pulled her nap-sack from her shoulder. Placing it on the floor beside her after getting out s highlighter and a pencil, so she could take notes on the script as they worked. She opened her script, eyes darting over the notes she’d already made while reading it, to refresh her memory so she could share her ideas on the scene and the subtext with Allen. Only Allen didn’t seem all that ready to start work yet. He seemed to have another topic in mind. Ella let out a sigh. She had an inkling of where this was going.
As much as Ella adored match-making, she had made a promise years ago to leave Charlie’s love life alone. After a disastrous fiasco years ago, the two had decided to offer advice and be supportive, but setting each other up was off limits. Too much ‘help’ to Allen about Charlie would probably be flirting with the line between a mere conversation and a hook-up. The last thing she needed was for Charlie to be upset at her. They relied on each other a lot these days, now they weren’t surrounded by family.
“No. He isn’t seeing anyone..” she said slowly. She’d give Allen the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it wasn’t love he was seeking from Charlie at all? She hoped so. Because the last thing she wanted to de besides hurt Charlie was hurt Allen. She enjoyed his friendship.
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Post by lee on Feb 3, 2009 16:55:20 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen had to smile as Ella rattled of info about the writer. Allen had always been passionate about the acting but he’d never really done research into the writer, he just didn’t think he had to and it let him be a little more free with his performance “Well you’re just a fountain of cool facts, you realise if we ever have some assignment on Noel I’m definitely going to be picking your brain.” Allen was more of a Shakespeare man, he preferred doing that to almost any other writer but he knew he couldn’t tell anyone jack about Shakespeare other than give a good analysis on his plays, when it came to information about the author himself he was completely and utterly screwed. He was happy though that Ella knew about Noel, her knowledge about how he wrote might give them both the edge to give better performances.
Allen definitely liked Ella as a friend, she was one of those people who just made you feel comfortable talking about anything and right now the only topic on his mind was the possibility of getting to know her best friend more. He felt bad about it, like he was using her to get to Charlie, which couldn’t be further from the truth. He’d technically known Bella a little longer than he had Charlie, they’d been in the same class in freshman year too and even though they weren’t best friends like her and Charlie were he still felt like he could talk to her about anything, and right now he had boy troubles and bad.
“Really? You’d think a cute guy like Charlie would have guys swarming him… OK I know this isn’t what I should be thinking about but it’s been driving me nut’s since I met him” Allen started, he really had been going insane over this. It wasn’t often he met a cute guy that he liked so he was going to hang onto this as long as he could “I kinda need an honest opinion here, what do you think my chances would be oh getting him to… I don’t know go on a date or something” he said, not even dancing around the bush, and instantly regretting it “OK that was like insanely rude of me wasn’t it?”
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 4, 2009 10:43:47 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
Ella sighed. Her suspicions confirmed. Allen liked Charlie. Guys swarming around him? Oh lord how she hoped he wouldn’t say that to Charlie. His head was already big enough. It didn’t need swelling anymore. Or anymore encouragement to be even more comfortable with his body. The last thing Ella wanted was for Charlie to wear next to know clothes more often because someone told him he was hot. She already saw enough of his flesh actually. Considering Charlie’s modesty was lacking severely and he lost his need to exit the room Ella was in to change years ago.
“Allen. I’m not really sure I can help you here..” she started slowly, not wanting to upset her scene partner. “See, Charles and I made a deal a long time ago that we’d not meddle in each other’s love lives. I know you aren’t exactly asking me to meddle, I just think… Telling you what your chances are of him dating you might cross that line. Besides I honestly couldn’t answer that. The only person who really could answer is him. I’m sorry..” She bit her lip. She knew she was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t help feel bad.
“Only… I can tell you that Charlie has been open about his sexuality for a long time. So long I’d wager he’s forgotten what’s it like to be new and unsure. He tends to gravitate to people who are comfortable with who they are, and their sexuality.” She shrugged a little. “I have no idea if that’s you or not. I’m just saying…” She offered what she hoped was a warm smile. “Sorry I can’t really be of much more help..”
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Post by lee on Feb 4, 2009 14:38:23 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen smiled a little, it wasn’t much but what Ella told him was enough to quiet the thoughts rattling through his brain that had made him a little on edge lately. Ever since he’d met Charlie very little else was on his mind and he didn’t know why. He guessed it probably had something to do with the fact that Charlie was the first openly gay guy he’d met in his life and that just seemed to stick with him. He wished he could be that open to people, he was fairly open, he certainly didn’t deny it if he was ever asked but by the same token he didn’t get out and about in the gay community. Though since meeting Charlie and seeing how confident he seemed he was definitely thinking about it and about how much he wanted to see Charlie again, already planning his next trip to the coffee shop
“Thanks Ella, that’s actually a huge help,. I just gotta have confidence and who knows” he said happily. “Sorry I made you tip toe towards that line, I just… hell he’s a cute guy and your like the only person I know who knows anything about him. But seriously I owe you one” he said before hitting his script against his open hand “I know, I can pay you back by actually concentrating on this script instead of your cute friend” he said with a laugh “But seriously I do owe you one, remind me to buy you a coffee for that info. With any luck I’ll be able to get him to see me beyond just a friend… how pathetic am I being right now, scale of one to ten?” he said before standing up and moving his chair aside.
One of the things Allen firmly believed about acting, or at least something that worked for him, was that it was impossible for him to learn a script by sitting down and studying it. He’d tried it often and every single time he ended up failing. For him to learn a script he had to move about, had to block everything and do it over and over again out loud until he got it. He opened the script to the first page and looked at it “OK I’m ready willing and able whenever you are Ella” he said feeling his nerves calm and ready to do the scene… he hoped.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 5, 2009 14:40:22 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
“Honestly you don’t owe me anything Allen. It’s fine.” Ella smiled. She was serious, he didn’t owe her anything at all. She was just trying to do what any friend would do and offer the best advice she could. “Yes, the script. Good.” Ella glanced down at her notes, slowly standing herself up. “So, I don’t know about you but I see this play as kind of like an episode of wife-swap. See, these two character’s spouses ran away with each other. Leaving Victor and Sybil both in a bit of pickled figs. I know this scene doesn’t exactly say that they end up together but I think the subtext does. Amanda and Elliot end up together after a fairly similar fight in act two.”
Ella couldn’t help but take control. She’d many a times stepped into the somewhat self appointed role of director in group work. She was just used to getting people organized. Trying to make sure all her siblings got on the bus some mornings had been like trying to herd sheep. Besides, she had a natural passion for almost every scene they’d ever been given. No one had ever really complained before, because she got results, and knew how to lead without turning into a dictator. Probably part of the reason why Ella had been involved in school council in one way or another since junior high.
“I think we need to start them sitting at a table. It’s the direction in the script, and It shows we have knowledge of what’s happened before hand. All the characters have sat down to tea when the fight erupts.” As she spoke, Ella dropped her script off the floor and moved to the edge of the class-room, picking up a table rather awkwardly and carrying it back to their performance space. Where she angled it slightly, and placed the two chairs at each end. “Shall we start then? And perhaps just, see what blocking comes naturally first before trying to over think it?”
Ella picked up her script, and sat herself down in her chair. Careful to sit up and take on the posture one would expect from a well off woman in the nineteen thirties. It was important to Ella to work on the physicality right from the get go. It helped pull out the character. Once Allen was in his spot, Ella started. “I pity you, I really do. I've been pitying you ever since we left Deauville.” She started, in a conversational yet tense tone.
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Post by lee on Feb 6, 2009 11:06:14 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] “Well I’m at least getting you a coffee, I owe you at least that for helping me with the whole Charlie problem. I promise I’ll keep you updated on that long and winding road to, hopefully, a date” Allen said with his serious face on full. He always tried to pay back people who helped him when possible, even if it was with something small like a coffee. He listened to Ella as she filled him in on the context of the scene, it would definitely help with the characterisation he knew that much “So they go from hating each other to… well getting it on?” he said, now he knew that was the case then he’d be able to add a whole other level to what he was doing… he hoped he’d be able to at least.
He really didn’t mind that Ella was putting on the director’s hat, he hated directing. The one time that he’d ever tried to direct a show it all ended very badly, mostly because he knew how to act but not how to get others to act for him. In general he was a follower, a submissive personality and would rather take direction than give it. He also knew that Ella was a good director, he’d seen her directing in other assignments before and thought it’d be good to work with her, he wouldn’t give her too much difficulty… well OK he might joke around a little but he knew he’d be able to buckle down and get the job done, he was usually fairly serious when he rehearsed but he wasn’t afraid to joke about to lighten the mood, something rehearsing this might need a lot of.
Allen nodded lightly agreeing with the stage direction, though again like Ella pointed out it was in the script so starting from there would certainly be good, they could add all their little ideas to the movements later on but for now going by the book should get them a good start. He looked at Ella moving the table and bit his lip “You need some he…” was all he got out before it was in place “Nevermind” he said quickly. He felt a little awful for not helping her move the table but he reasoned that if she’d of wanted his help she would have asked. He nodded lightly “Sounds like a plan to me, you know me I never over think” he said trying to joke as he sat on the seat.
He put the script on the table in front of him, he pressed his back against the back of the chair and pulled the chair a little closer so he didn’t slouch, trying to give himself the appearance of an older gentleman. He rested his folded hands on the edge of the table and made his face look bored, which he was guessing would be how the character would have judging by the first line. “I'm sure it's very nice of you, but quite unnecessary.” He tried to make sure he sounded bored with the conversation, it just seemed the thing to do.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 7, 2009 10:07:16 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
Ella smiled despite herself. Allen’s instinct at how to deliver the first line was good. She saw Allen’s character as trying, for the first part at least, not to get sucked down the rabbit hole into the argument. Victor tried to be a ‘don’t harsh my mellow’ kind of guy. He failed miserably but that was beside the point. When playing a character it was important to figure out how others see the character and how they saw themselves. Even if those two things were different. It made for a much more believable performance.
Recovering quickly from her smile, Ella frowned at Allen. The way she saw sibyl was as though she wanted to upset Victor. She was bating him. He wasn’t biting, which displeased her. However Sibyl wasn’t a woman who gave up easily. So of course she tried again. Ella carried on with the conversational tone she had adopted, though added a slightly terse layer this time, to show Sibyl’s annoyance that her first try hadn’t worked. “I pity you now more then ever.” She shot Allen a look, as if Sibyl was trying to see if Victor reacted. While miming taking a sip of her tea.
She’d really need to sauce a tea-set for their rehearsals and the actual performance. Miming really didn’t cut it. Besides, actually having the props would help them adopt mannerisms for their characters, and give them something else to interact with. The brunette glanced at her script, taking a note of her next line. Ella had a fairly decent memory for lines, and could often just glance at a script and get the gist of the line.
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Post by lee on Feb 7, 2009 14:24:43 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen noticed the smile on Ella’s face but didn’t react, he was trying to create his character and he knew if he reacted to Ella and not Sybil he’d lose that character. It was just how he seemed to work, there had often been times when he would try and stay in character hours before a show just so he didn’t lose it. Because Allen didn’t know the play that well he didn’t have the entire script to go by, only this one scene. He knew he couldn’t read the entire play because then he might end up messing up his lines or playing the scene like he knew the ending, which wouldn’t help him at all. He tried to keep looking bored, shutting off everything but him and Sybil.
In Allen’s mind it wasn’t him and Ella doing the scene, he always tried to think of every person as their character so right now it was a discussion between Victor and Sybil during dinner party gone wrong on an unsuspecting Sunday afternoon with friends. Allen had shut off his usual happy persona and replaced it with a much tamer bored man named Victor. He listened to Sybil but didn’t pay attention, instead choosing to drink from his tea while she talked. The tea was of course mimed as they didn’t have cups, ‘Maybe next time I’ll bring mugs’ he thought, then scalded himself mentally for daring to break character.
“Why now particularly?” he said sipping his tea, bored again and trying not to show emotion. Allen hated how he’d read the line so he did it again “Why now particularly?” this time putting a little emphasis on the word now and much preferring that version. He knew how important something as trivial as word emphasis was to a line, he made sure to have the mimed mug a hair’s breath away from his lips as he said the line and shot a glance to his script, noting an upcoming outburst so knowing that his next line would have to begin to show that, he was putting his all into this rehearsal and only three lines in he thought that it was going pretty well so far. He took another imaginary sip of the imaginary tea, he even mimed holding the cup a little tighter to show the beginnings of an outburst, a tiny detail that was mostly for him to get him further into character. It was definitely having the desired effect.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 11, 2009 8:03:39 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
Ella allowed the boy to play with his delivery. After all, that was what it was all about. Experimenting until you found something that worked. She kept up her ‘sibyl’ façade, as if he had only said the line once. Ella smiled slightly, as sibyl of course. A slightly twisted smile though. Sibyl had got Victor to bite, He was buying into the argument. However it would all be too easy if she just came out and said all the things she wanted to say. No. She wouldn’t. Besides, she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say.
At that point in the script, Ella still saw sibyl as baiting Victor. He had just insulted her husband, not to mention been silly enough to take Amanda back. Sibyl was hurt, and had no idea what else to do. Ella had also considered the fact that Sibyl was confused by her emotions. She wasn’t sure why Victor taking Amanda back upset her so much, which made it even worse. Perhaps even, she was picking some sort of fight in the hopes of finding a good reason to dislike the man and perhaps in turn care a little less.
Ella sniffed, shaking her head a little. “If you don't see why, I'm certainly not going to tell you.” Her tone was patronizing and completely snarky. As if blind Freddy could see why she felt sorry for Victor, and he must be a complete dunce not to know. Ella mimed pouring herself some more tea. Smug expression on her features as she glanced across the table towards ‘Victor’. Why did women do that anyway? They refused to tell the men in their lives things, thinking they ought to know when clearly, they don’t. It was the old ‘well if you don’t know why I’m upset, I’m not going to tell you. You should figure it out!’ thing..
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Post by lee on Feb 17, 2009 14:01:19 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen was amazed at how into it Ella was, with every line she gave him so much to work with. He liked it when he actually had something good to work with which Ella was giving him in spades. It was difficult to work with someone who didn’t give him anything, he preferred to work with someone like Ella because then he could perform better. “I see no reason for you to try to pick a quarrel with me. I've tried my best to be pleasant to you, and comfort you.” He said dryly, letting the words slip out of clenched teeth like he was trying to hold back a floodwave of anger. He held all the faked emotions in to make it seem like he was about to explode, which in about 6 lines he would be.
Time ticked on by slowly, very line of their back and forth just seemed to get better and better. He was amazed at how into it they were getting, his chair had flown away when he rose from it chair, flying towards the wall like a Quaffle to a hoop, fast and missing by inches. He was walking about yelling his lines with venom in his voice, each word he tried to emphasise right and when he failed he did it again and again till he got it right, then he got to the p[art he was looking for, the big speech at the end, he wanted to get his part right more than any other part since it had to be powerful enough to make the slap that directly followed it seem like it was deserved otherwise the entire thing might look forced and even though it was Allen hated it when a performance seemed forced
“It's a tremendous relief to me to have an excuse to insult you. I've had to listen to your weeping and wailings for days. You've clacked at me, and snivelled at me until you've nearly driven me insane and I controlled my nerves and continued to try to help you and look after you, because I was sorry for you. I always thought you were stupid from the first, but I must say I never realized that you were a malicious little vixen as well!” he said angrily, spitting out every word and preparing for the slap that was to follow. He knew she’d have to actually slap him and he’d have to sell it to make it look much more painful than it really was, though he was so proud of them that in his head he was cheering ‘We've Got It Goin' On’ the whole time he waited for the inevitable slap.
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Post by ella clemintine torres . on Feb 20, 2009 11:30:20 GMT 10
Oye with the poodles already
Allen was right, they did have it going on. They seemed to bounce off of each other well. Chemistry, no doubt. However not the sort that referred to sexual tension or romantic feelings. It was more that they worked well together on stage. Chemistry between actors wasn’t the same as chemistry between two potential lovers. Even two straight female actresses could have chemistry on stage, and work off each other very well. Ella had found that not every other actor you work with will fit you just right so it was truly a delight that she and Allen just seemed to click.
Ella’s responses came quickly, her voice raising. Hitting that annoying shrill tone that while Ella herself avoided, she was sure Sybil used. They seemed to be producing fairly natural yet well crafted blocking, that would need some re-fining but what a great start. They both seemed to have good instincts, so that was a plus. Through-out the last few lines, the two had been moving about the stage. And now as Allen finished his final speech, Ella found herself on the other side of the performance space. “Stop it! Stop it! You insufferable great brute!” She shrieked at him, actually enjoying playing the very high-strung character.
However, now they had a problem. Ella felt as though in the time it would have taken Sybil to cross the stage to Victor, the impulse to hit him would have left. It really needed to be a spur of the moment thing she does without giving it any thought, then regretting it. Breaking character, Ella giggled slightly. “Uh, well we kinda stuffed that up a little. I think they need to be up in each other’s faces by this point so the slap can just happen.” She glanced down at her script. “Perhaps over these last few lines they should start edging towards each other?”
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Post by lee on Feb 21, 2009 11:50:59 GMT 10
Pay no attention To the man behind the curtain [/color] [/center] Allen had been really proud of the two of them, what they’d done on pure instinct without either of them really giving advice to the other was some of the best stuff he thought they’d done in a while, he knew that Ella definitely had talent when it came to natural blocking, it was stuff like that that couldn’t be taught it just had to come naturally. Of course when he looked at Ella as she said her last line he noticed the problem of the slap, it was a big part of the scene and at this distance it would take to long, there’d be a door behind her that she could have stormed out instead and really by the time she got to Victor he would have seen what she was going to do and walked away. Allen snorted lightly “Yeah I think that might work, maybe during that last little monologue bit I could start getting towards you, really getting angry so then the slaps sort of like a self defence thing instead” he suggested before rubbing his throat “Hang on one bit, need to get water for the old windpipe”
He walked over to where he’d dumped his stuff and got out the bottle of water he’d brought with him. He always made sure he had a drink with him when he rehearsed or did a show, he would normally get so into it that his throat would hurt from whatever voice he put on to do the part or he’d start overheating under lights. A little bit of the water fell onto his shirt and he just started laughing “God I’m so un-co when I’m me” he said before holding out the bottle to Ella “You want some? I don’t have cooties” he joked figuring he couldn’t be alone in needing a drink right now. “Ya know apart from that slap thing I think we did damn good. When you started yelling when we rose it took all the strength I had not to start shrinking away, you really got her down” Allen couldn’t have asked to be paired up with a better actress.
He let Ella have the water before he went over to the chair’s that had flown across the room when they rose and put them back “Maybe if we went from when they start screaming at each other, sort of build up to the slap again so we can see at what point we started walking away” he suggested, he knew from experience that when something didn’t work usually there was one really tiny thing that happened that had caused the minor mistake.
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