On the stageToo shy to ever appear on stage myself, I still hung around theatres like a bad smell when I was younger - lighting and set design were what I was good at.
Backstage we'd attempt to sabotage every production - us lighting geeks would wind up the sound man by putting the remote "pause" button for his reel-to-reel tape machine on his chair, so when he sat down it'd start running, ruining his cues. Actors would do scenes out of order to make our lives hell. It was great and I don't know why I don't still do it.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Dec 2005, 11:02)
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ImpressionsWhen I started secondary school, I found out I had the abitlity to do spot-on impressions of some of the teachers. Especially our psychotic Head of Year/RE teacher, Mrs. Anderson. Who was Nigerian.
At the end of year 7 assembly, my English teacher (who was aware of the uncanny vocal abilities I possessed) forced me onstage to do a "eh eh, you are not a good Christian, if I was your mother I would send you back to Nigeria to learn to be a good Christian" routine. You see, this is what Mrs. Anderson used to say to us if we swore in her presence. She was not best pleased and suspended me for the last 3 days of school for "race hate" spreading. I was 12.
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Fictional Emma, Tue 6 Dec 2005, 16:01,
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