Opening Song: "Suddenly Seymour" - Cast of Little Shop of Horrors
RRRRRRRRR... I'm sooo glad that we have a three-day weekend ('cause I really need it)! What happened to me this week? Well, let's just check out the monitor:
On Tuesday and Wednesday most of the Honor Society members were "shadowed" (well, they say "shadowed," I say "stalked!") by visiting eighth graders from George Fox Middle. Although, I loathe children and I definitely didn't expect someone to follow me around all day, it was actually a very fun experience. Definitely my favorite student was #2 (Ryan) 'cause he was very focused when it came to academics; plus, I had the chance to teach him how to digitally design a yearbook page using Adobe InDesign. Great kid. And I know he'll do just fine in high school.
After school on Wednesday I held my first blocking rehearsal for my upcoming one-act play, ALIAS: Day of the Doppelganger. Even though Zach has become the most annoying person on the face of the earth and most of my supporting cast didn't show up, it went pretty well. It was great having Jess around (she has such a positive energy around her); she plays both KiT, the human-feline hybrid, and Donatella Versace, the fashion designer, in my play.
The craziest, most complicated part of the play was DEFINITELY the fight scene between the agents and the mutants. I'm sure all of my actors were bruised after that practice... Jess has muscle cramps, I skinned my knee, etc. Oh well, suck it up! *evil laugh* It's funny 'cause it's true. Sadly, I have to change the fight choreography that I originally outlined in the script because: 1) I don't have time to train actors to be gymnasts and acrobats, 2) Zach and Guy are so sluggish in their fighting that it looks like they're makin' out, *cringe* and 3) when it comes down to it, I CAN NOT WALK UP A WALL!
Damn it, we tried so hard (Shannon, Zach and I) to pull off the whole "human whip" maneuver where the two of them would take me by the hands and flip me over. And I tried to walk up a wall with their assistance but it just wasn't worth dying over.
And on Thursday, we played Flag Football and I brought it! Ungh! I was blocking people, tearing off flags left and right, and I scored two touchdowns! BOOYAH! And it was hilarious 'cause Amber was so brutal. She grabbed a guy by his "No-No spot" and made him fall over; plus, she punched some guy (love-tap, my ass) in the face while she was running for the end zone. Phew! I'm just glad she was on our team.
And then... Friday we had the day off from school. Good day. I got all dressed up, and Mama and I went to the Hippodrome Theatre to see Little Shop Of Horrors. And it was absolutely KICK ASS! Too bad we couldn't get up and dance, I had no choice but to sway in my seat. Speaking of seats, the seats were unbelievable, man! We were in the fourth row of the huge theatre; the actors were all up in my face we were so close. I was so impressed by the show that I actually bought the Broadway soundtrack from the souvenir shop at intermission. If you guys get the chance to see the show, I highly recommend it! However... it doesn't end like the movie. Sadness.
Alright, here they are: the last shows of JiMBO Esquire's Dream Within A Dream Tour.
Tale #7: "Afternoon Delight" (daydream)
Original Air Date: 3/18/2005
My brother and I are driving down a long, dark winding road. A bunch of religious youth group kids are walking along the side of the road. We drive across a rope bridge and take a right. John says, "This is where---" and I just say, "You already told me."
We park in the empty parking lot of a college campus. We're a short distance from his girlfriend's dorm when, a couple doors down, Ken calls out to me. Instead of going with my bro, I turn around and run to him. He and Jess are carrying a weak, bruised Amanda on their shoulders. Jess looks freaked.
"What's wrong?" They don't answer. Amanda just says, "I really don't want to be here." I suggest that one of the nice guys give her a ride home. Then, I see Smitty hop into a getaway van, and I'm led to believe he was the one that hit Amanda. Son of a bitch.
I'm in the mall with my sister, looking for a present to give my mother. We bump into Dan at the pretzel shop; he and my sister get along very well. He gets off at 9 o'clock but we have to be home by 9PM after we buy paper scraps for my mother.
Eerily enough, I never say one word to him; I just end up making a mess of the entire store. I walk away and end up in another store which more closely resembles a classroom. My mom says that she saw my drugged-up friends (supposedly like Amanda) and that I should find better people to hang out with. I almost scream, "Shut Up!" but since I don't wanna disrespect my mama, I tell her that there's no one else to hang with since we've all grown apart. 70% true.
I'm in the band room wearing my concert uniform. We're all putting our instruments and equipment away. Mrs. Littleton calls for two more men to help her out with putting away some percussion instruments. Dan and I join Trevor, Teddy, and Zach, who are sitting on top of a platform in the percussion storage closet. They hop off, we lift up and try to stack the wooden platform on top of the highest stack of boxes. I tell Trevor to "guide it."
Then, I realize it's a dream when Leslie Bibb (the actress/model) shows up wanting a bag of rice, sweetly asking me, "James, may I have this bag of rice?" How could I say No?! As I walk over to Leslie carrying a half-full bag of rice (that mysteriously appeared in my hands), Dan asks me if I "screw the wrong way." I simply respond, "Not today," and exit.
I walk out of the band room and I'm in detention where I hear kids talking about how everyone hates them. One of the kids signs her complaint "G.A." *In comes another celebrity* In the lunch room, Bill runs up to Debra Messing (Will and Grace) and asks, "What's your name?!" She replies, "I'm not telling you!" In a weird, drunken voice he says, "It's gotta be something short like G.A. or Grace Adler!" She freaks out b/c that's her real name, but apparently, Bill had no idea that his guess was perfect. Strange.
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