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Basic Acting, 10/17

Daisy was sitting in the midst of the students' chairs as the class came in today. "Right, today's your day. Your day to perform, that is. We're presenting our monologues, so let's get right to it. Everybody stand up, so we can get warmed up, and then we'll be off. If you're not performing, I want you watching each other, and critiqing. Now, we're all friends in here, or at least good enough actors to pretend to be, so if you find something you didn't like about the monologue, look for something you did like, too, okay?"

[ooc: yes, the body of the post is as lame as lame could be. I was in a rush this morning due to having to pick up special food and a prescription for my cat.]

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ye-ep.

Jake Gavin

kaoru and hikaru hitachiin

John Crichton

Angela Chase

Hamlet Dane

Kinomoto Sakura

Zero Hopeless-Savage

John Dorian

Moses supposes his toeses are roses! But Moses supposes erroneously. For nobody's toeses are poses of roses, as Moses supposes his toeses to be!

Betty Botter bought some butter. "But," she said, "this butter's bitter! If I put it in my batter, that will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter--that will make my batter better."

Talk amongst yourselves here, throw out more enunciation rhymes, wobble like a weeble, what have you.

John warms up by clearing his throat, doing squats and wiggling his arms in a very flaily manner.

Angela is humming and making faces to stretch her mouth.

Mostly because it's fun.

JD gargles a bit on his own tongue and makes a few "lalalala" noises.

Do this as you will, be it posting the text, summarizing the event, or handwaving.

Please to be indicating to me how well your student might do with it, even if you're handwaving. This is a graded assignment.

Jake does well in body language and facial expressions when he performs, but he stumbles with the text from time to time and hesitates before going on with the reciting. He doesn't seem entirely comfortable with an audience, and finishes quickly, running over to his coffee when done.

ooc: this okay?

Daisy applauded. "Good work, Jake. You've really got the physical characterizations down, you just need to work on being comfortable with the text. Over all, not bad for a first performance."

[ooc: poifect handwaving, thank you]

John steps up to do his monologue. Today, he's dropped the Southern drawl and has taken up a very bad English accent.

"Jesus Christ. What have I gotten myself into... Oh, Jeezo, jeezo, jeez... (he comes forward tentatively, looking around. He talks out beyond the audience) Leslie?...Leslie Pinkus?...Are you still out there? I know you can hear me, because I can hear you. I can understand if you don't want to come out again, I mean I probably wouldn't either, but I just want you to hear what I have to say. Just listen to the sound of voice, Miss Pinkus. Okay? Because the things is, ya see, I know you won't believe this or anything, but the truth is I never woulda tried to do what I did with you if it hadn't been for a stupid crazy bet I made six weeks ago with my idiot friend Dennis Wright who told me he once tried to feel your boobs underwater and you let him. That's what he told me, that's the God's honest truth, and I know I was an even bigger idiot for believing him, but the thing is he made it sound really good and there was no way out of it but for me to tell him I could do the same thing and maybe even go farther, you understand what I mean? Anyway, I'm sorry I tried to put my tongue down your throat."

The English accent goes into something resembling Australian and back several times and John gets nervous and speeds through sections in his nervousness.

His accent evens out for the next part.

"I'm even sorrier it missed and got stuck in your braces. It wasn't too pleasant for me either. I hope we can still be friends and maybe write letters to each other after we go home tomorrow. Okay? You can stop crying and come out of the bushes now, Leslie. Or if you want, I'll go away. Do you want me to go away? I just don't want you to have to walk back through the woods alone, that's all. See, I've got a compass, so I'm sure we won't get lost. I know not to walk in circles, Leslie. So why don't you come out now. Or if you want, pretend like I'm not even here. Okay? Just pretend like I'm not even here. LESLIEE! All right, Pinkus, if that's the way you feel about it, I'll just go away! And I hope you get lost in the woods and get eaten by a grizzly bear so nobody else ever gets to put their tongue down your throat ever again because nobody would ever want to, anyway! Nobody ever ever! Nobody nobody nobody..."

And here, he finally starts moving, flailing his hands around and talking to the imaginary audience. His speech slows and he gets the timing right finally.

Daisy clapped politely. "Good. You've got the spirit of the monologue, certainly, but you didn't really get going until you relaxed into it. And drop the accent. That's just going to be distracting. I'm glad you finally got the physicality of the character going at the end, but I'd recommend seeing if you can bring that in elsewhere in the monologue as well."

Angela falters a little over the Shakesperean language as she gets going, and at points she looks at her shoes, speaking too softly to be heard. But around "But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange."

the character seems to click iin her head, and she finishes out the mpnologue well.

Daisy applauded. "Not bad, Angela. You had a bit of a rough start, but you got there eventually. Work on bringing that confidence in the character in from the beginning, maybe adding something to your warm-up routine to get to that level."

Angela smiled. "Thanks, Daisy. I'll try that," she said, taking her seat.

Sakura, despite nerves, does surprisingly well with her monologue. It may have something to do with her monologue being a very good stress outlet. There is much flailing of her arms and her voice cracks more than once. It's a good effect; somehow it fits with the stretched-too-thin attitude of the monologue.

"I shall go mad! I'll never entertain again--never--never--people ought to know whether they're coming or not--but they accept and regret and regret and accept--they drive me wild."

She begins to pace about in a small space.

"This is my last dinner party--my very last--a fiasco--an utter fiasco! A haphazard crowd--hurried together--when I had planned everything so beautifully--now how shall I seat them--how shall I seat them?"

She makes an amusing little frazzled hand motion at the last sentence, then begins to pace again, seeming to name off places at an imaginary table.

If I put Mr. Tupper here and Mrs. Conley there then Mrs. Tupper has to sit next to her husband and if I want Mr. Morgan there--Oh! It's impossible--I might as well put their names in a hat and draw them out at random--never again! I'm through! Through with society--with parties--with friends--I wipe my slate clean--they'll miss my entertainments--they'll wish they had been more considerate--after this, I'm going to live for myself! I'm going to be selfish and hard--and unsociable--and drink my liquor myself instead of offering it gratis to the whole town!--I'm through--Through with men like Oliver Farnsworth!--I don't care how rich they are! How influential they are--how important they are! They're nothing without courtesy and consideration--business--off on train--nonsense--didn't want to come--didn't want to meet a sweet, pretty girl--didn't want to marry her--well, he's not good enough for you!--don't you marry him! Don't you dare marry him! I won't let you marry him! Do you hear? If you tried to elope or anything like that, I'd break it off--yes, I would--Oliver Farnsworth will never get recognition from me!--He is beneath my notice! I hate Oliver Farnsworth!"

After she's finished with her rant about Mr. Farnsworth, she seems a little out of breath, and her hair is more than a little mussed. It seems she really got into it at the last part... She had practiced a lot in the last few days, and her exhasperation level had already been high. All in all, she does a very good job for a first-timer.

Daisy was suitably impressed and applauded cheerfully. "Very well done. You've really captured the emotion of the piece. Thank you."

Sakura gave a short bow after Daisy's comments, and smiled. "I had hoped so," she said. "It was a lot of fun."

"And really, that's what it's all about."

Zero bounced a little as she recited her monologue in a positively gleeful tone. She was mostly pretty good, but she might be speaking a little fast.

"When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania waked, and straightway loved an ass."

Daisy nodded and clapped thoughtfully. "Good. You have excellent stage presense, and you've certainly picked a character that could easily have that kind of manic energy. But slow down. Shakespeare goes over most people's heads anyway, and talking that fast is going to lose your audience very quickly."

The twins tottered up so that they had positioned themselves in front of Daisy. "If you don't mind, we've prepared this so that it's done..insync." The twins grinned. They begin by standing back to back, speaking softly and wistfully. They'd had plenty of practice with this subject matter from the host club, so their recitation was convincing. It was about love, and they had manuvered it in such a way, that by the end of it all, they were more or less indirectly suggesting some sort of intimate situation between eachother... of course, that was meerly speculation. All in all, they did smooth job of it, no faults in the duel-speaking and all their movements were matched.

((handwaved because...mun realized the faults in the actual monologue finally.))

Daisy's eyebrows were way up, but she applauded anyway. "Excellent delievery, if the interpretation was a bit . . . unusual. Good job."

The twins snickered a little. "Thank you." Both bowed and headed off.

JD recites his monologue from Much Ado About Nothing.

"The world must be peopled!"

Daisy applauded. That was one of her favorite plays.

[ooc: what kind of grade do you want for that? How well did he do?]

[ooc: right-o! B- sound good?]

She'll probably talk back.

I quite possibly have to pill my cat twice a day for the rest of her life. :(

Kittyyyyy!! Is she sick?

Diabetic, but doing very well currently.

Aww, the poor thing~ Hopefully she'll be okay!

I'm so sorry.

Those pill-giving thingies they give you at the vet's office really don't work.

She did okay with it stuck in a lump of wet food, so here's hoping that keeps working.

Yay!

Also, I think they eventually get kind of used to it.

Have you spoken to a compounding pharmacy. We never like to prescribe pills for cats because, um, it makes them evil eventually. But a lot of the specialty pharmacies can make almost anything into either a liquid and flavor it *or* into a transdermal gel, which you just put on her ear.

What is she on exactly? Most of our diabetic feline patients aren't actually on pills.

I'd have to look up the specific name of the pill, it was called "gillendarme" or some such. she gets half a pill twice a day. I think we're trying to see if it helps clear up the problem, then seeing where it goes from there.

So far she hasn't had any trouble with it (I've had to do it three times). She gets a tiny bit of wet food as a "treat" before her meal with the pill in there, and she hasn't tried to eat around it or anything.

Um, how exactly will it make her evil? O.o

*g* I think you mean glipizide. I hope it works - I've never actually seen it used, but if you can avoid insulin injections... that would be fab.

And, from what you say, your cat may never go evil because she is weird and unnatural and not spitting out her pill once she's got her canned gooshy food. ;) Most cats aren't that cooperative and get really tired of people sticking pills down their throats. You got yourself a good kitty there.

Oh, I totally knew that last part. Though I think part of it is that she's also a rather . . . dumb kitty. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but she's not all there (possibly due to her prior owner, who had a tendency to smoke varying substances in his dorm room with her inside). She's just like "yay food! the end!"

But, yeah. My vet gave two options, being insulin injections or trying the pills and special diet to see if it can be controlled that way. I'd much rather be tricking my cat into eating a pill than stick her with a needle.

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