Imagine this:
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Look at this seccy beast
(it's me, okay, I'm allow to say it) |
It's 9 years ago. 2012. You're year 3 me. It's the first year you've ever done acting for- anything really. It's performance night, after 3 and half terms of rehearsal, and you've just performed your silent Christmas piece and you're getting ready to go on stage with your best friend within the group to say, and I quote,
"And now, for a Shakespearean interlude."
Now, fast forward a few years, you're a year 7 now. It's 2016, 5 years ago. A new school, new people, new opportunities. The Shakespeare Festival has been in the notices for a while and you decide, screw it, let's try it out. You end up doing the Tempest, and it's so much fun. You're ecstatic after sectionals because you found out you were going to regionals. It's the biggest achievement you could think of.
The next year, in year 8, you end up performing as "Prologue" from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Only now do you realise that all those years ago, in year 3, you did one of the scenes that stars these same characters. You've come full circle. You don't do as well competition-wise, but it's still fun, regardless of how salty you are in your narration role. Now fast forward to this year. You're year 12 now, in your second year of NCEA, and your sixth year of high school. You've done the same Sheliah Winn Shakespeare Festival for the five years before now and you've only done one student-directed piece, the year prior with Taming Of The Shrew. The student directing that piece, one of your friends, steps down from participating. Directing isn't her thing. You still want to do a student-directed piece but you have no director. So you ask yourself the question- "What if I did it?"
You studied A Midsummer Night's Dream basically all year in L
evel One, you can recite the plot inside out, let's do that one. Your friends are incredible actresses, they can handle anything. Plus, in Level Two, there's a directing standard. And thus, you began to plan.
A month and half later, on the 27th of March, 2021, you perform.
You're only in it for 40 seconds but that only means you're able to watch from the wings and see just how amazing your friends have become in the last 5 years. Though you've convinced yourself that nationals wasn't in sight, they were still bloody incredible.
This lack of confidence only leads to surprise. It turns out you end up being the only 15 minute piece going through from your regionals. You're going to Wellington with some of your best friends. You're amazed and confused and scared. Is this really happening? This actually happened last saturday. This isn't some hypothetical with some moral outcome you'll forget about in a few hours. This is our reality. Nadia, Meagan, Jess, and I are going to Wellington in June for the Globe Theatre, University Of Otago, Sheliah Winn Shakespeare Festival. We get to participate in tours, workshops, and more! It's crazy and unbelievable!
Somebody pinch me!
(P.s - In reference to the title)
