Return to Drama

Sure as shit didn't see this coming. Though I should have... I guess if you don't make use of your skills you can forget they exist.

Though I've already said my final goodbyes, it seems that circumstances have thrown me back into the Drama Club. It's SYF time again, plus a whole new can o' worms.

It's been interesting reading and hearing about the rest of my schoolmates (or is it former schoolmates now) going back to school, back to CCA, and to help with stuff like twinning. Dawned on me today that I'll prolly be going back regularly to help with Drama's SYF prep. It's gonna be like old times, but its not. It's going to be so different, in the same room, in the same school, that it's almost mocking.

This year's SYF is going to be nothing like last year's. I'm such an integral piece of Drama's SYF effort this year that it's not even funny. Today they had me participating in a drama game (those that the school uses to waste time at 80% of drama sessions). I felt so out of place, not just because of what I was there for, but because it didn't feel like many people were there.

No JJ
No Prcption
No Shar - I would totally value her shit
No Mikana, no kick
No Colonel Eggs. I'm serious.

At least Eliot and HY were around when I went up in front of everyone and told them what Bridge was all about. I'll have to help with auditions, but before that I have to go finish draft one of the script by Wednesday. It's so symbolism and subtext heavy that I'm intimidated by my own concepts.

Met Jac (new instructor) today. Was okay. Didn't have Shar's special edge. Now I'm getting nostalgic. Remembering those few days of gayness in the Play Den (the Gay Den?) doing Drama Production. That place really had an unforgettable atmosphere - whenever I think of theatre or acting in general, or Drama days past, I recall that place.

That cool, black walled room, with seats hugging the little staging area, the dark box where the lighting and sound guys sat and oversaw it all. The high bank of lights that we draped colourful things all over, and hit my head on in front of Mikana once when it was lowered. That place doubled as a museum; you could feel the life in there. Even though I didn't have a very good time there (I came close to walking out on the Production, and not to impress Mikana) I really left some of me behind in the Play Den.

Dinners backstage in styrofoam boxes. Dining at the stairwell. Getting a thorough dressing-down from YW after every rehearsal. HY, the pro behind the lights. HP teaching Mikana the ins and outs of her character. Big performance number 1. HP's cheerful warmup face as opposed to YW's sullen one. Big group photo, I let myself be blocked out of view (yeah). Mikana. And of course, almost walking out. Big Performance number 2. Jason Mraz's You and I Both.

The only place where darkness was possibility.

But now, I really feel like I have something to do. I'm writing for real now.