Drama, Drama ! ! !

I was called a lesbian for a year and often had the hard kids accusing me of supping the furry cup... which was just plain confusing...

The reason?

I took drama at GCSE.

It was a nice skive after PE and gave my poor weary mind and body a chance to recover in a nice warm room.

A year into Drama, my mate Dave and I were alarmed to learn we were actually going to be graded on our acting ability.

We were asked to choose a passage from literature, convert it into a short scene, and perform the fucker a la Marlon Brando for the drama teacher, Miss Gainey.

We cobbled something together and ended up on stage infront of the class and the amazingly attractive Miss Gainey.

We got part way through before Miss Gainey stopped us and said: "What's the source material for this???"

She stopped us just after Dave said, in his best baritone:

"If this is a consular ship, where is the ambassador? — Commander, tear this ship apart until you’ve found those plans. And bring me the passengers, I want them alive!"
( SpankyHanky, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 10:40, 2 replies)

Sweet!
That sounds awesome. It certainly makes my drama class rendition of Ian Malcolmson's speech about chaos theory in Jurassic Park pale into insignificance.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 11:17, closed)

I should add
that Dave was, technically, a fucking midget. It was funny as fuck to see him doing a Darth Vader... He would probably have been better off as R2D2... or an ewok...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 11:20, closed)