Ooh, two in like a week. How fantastic. And this one is more...substantial? Not just me complaining about whatever.
I'm not a big fan of reading plays. But then, plays are not meant to be read. They're meant to be performed.
Background information (and I get to talk about my sister a bit who may just be an unexpected source of support, I found out recently):
She was the one in theatre. My brother did the band thing and I did the choir thing half a century later. No, it wasn't really that long, but it can seem like that long when there's an average of ten years between you and your siblings. So really, all of us did the performing thing. I don't remember much of Anne's and I remember absolutely none of my brother's. She was a sophomore?...junior maybe in high school which would have put me at the grand old age of five or six. And I don't remember exactly what play it was. I remember two things about it, well three technically. First, after the performance, she got a really lovely bouquet of roses and the white...lady's breath? Maiden's breath? Baby's breath. Something. The tiny white flower things. She also got a Barbie dressed in Ken's clothes, which she passed on to me. I did get the humor of that though, so I wasn't completely lost even though I remember being fascinated by being in the big room and the lights and the people and I wasn't totally paying attention to what was going on.
Second, the play was about a girl who was dressed up as a guy and it was Shakespeare. Which according to Google makes it Twelfth Night. That, strangely enough, was not one of the ones that I've read and while I can't remember the titles of any except Midsummer Night's Dream and the ones we did in school, I've read a few of the less well known ones. That isn't one of them.
Third, my sister was the lead role, hence the Barbie. And I was super proud of her.
And because I was more into dinosaurs at the time (and truly, I still am), it didn't make much of an impact on me other than I was just fascinated by my sister NOT being my sister and being someone else and looking like someone else. But, I was distractable and I didn't understand and I still wanted to be an archaeologist. Then again, it wasn't too long after that when I changed my mind and wanted to be an actress so that I could have the experiences (albeit fake ones, but that was my logic). Thinking about it now means that that had more of an impact than I recognized, much like Matt Smith's performance as the Doctor in Doctor Who, although this time I was aware enough to recognize the impact.
Why am I rambling on about this random memory from the depths of my childhood? I'll tell you why. I just got the schedule for my school's theatre program. And TWO of them are Shakespeare. One of them is my favorite play of his, the aforementioned Midsummer Night's Dream. We did short performances of sections of that in 7th grade (hence the reason why I love it so much). Good memories of that. The kid that I wished would leave the state wore a dress, I was in a group with my friends (I was Lysander). Good memories. And I still remember some of my lines, which I think is the impressive thing. But do you realize how amazing that would be, for me to be in my absolute favorite play and one that I already understand? DO YOU REALIZE?? I know, I know. probably won't happen and I should brace myself for disappointment. BUT, one can dream.. And if you don't take risks, then you won't get rewards. Besides, it'll be good for me. Tap into that side of my personality, so to speak.
Yeah. So, I'll talk to y'all later! Ciao!
Oh, and the title of this is from a Midsummer Night's Dream and was my favorite line to say... Yeah...
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