I act. Not well, but enough that I can say
I do act. It's my thing. My thing that I can say I started because
I thought that was what all the cool kids did. Especially the ones whose
school doesn't have competitive table tennis teams. And today was the
start of tech fortnight, a two week long expanse where rehearsals last into the
deep evening. I'm pretty sure that fact alone could and should put us on
the roster for potentially mentally ill, because no sane person would ever
purposely do that to themselves, but we always end up making it though. 
It's about the people. Their quarks, their daily life struggles and the stupid hats they wear.
But today, it was all about the drama. And being an extra with a camera, I felt it was only necessary to expand on the current story with some visual aids.
This is Meghan.
She's one of the costumers, and is continuously
picked on by Joe, her ex-boyfriend. They have their fun, but the reality
is, he's just not very nice to her. And so, today, she stole his
pants. Then she hid them in the drop ceiling. As a joke, of course,
because she's a Sophomore and likes to have good-natured fun. Naturally,
Joe, in turn, decides to over-react.
This is Joe.
As he bursts into the dance studio knowing full
well his pants are gone and Meghan had something to do with their
disappearance. And like the good Christian he is, his vocal assault
begins with, "Bitch, where are my pants?" For the record, I'm
pretty sure that's what he is saying in the above picture. He is unrelentless
and when she finally departs the room in tears, then does he approach her
cohort. "I hope you realize the grave mistake you made. This
kind of crap is part of the reason why I consider quitting." She
gives him that look that snakes give after they've been offended, full of
malice and venom, and runs off to confront her friend.
But here's the kicker: they're the leads. Tony & Maria of West
Side Story. And like all good plays, the protagonist falls into his
lover's arms and tries to croak out a tune before dying in her bosom. And
the director decides to block this final scene. Joe is shot by Chino and he
falls into his ex-lover's arms. She looks at him and they sing a line or
so of "somewhere, somehow." He dies. And Maria/Meghan
still cradles him, until she lowers his torso down flat to the floor in the
most aesthetically pleasing way possible. All that's left his is head,
and she just lets it go and he, like any good actor, gets a nice
mini-concussion. And kneeling over him she whispers, "Te adoro,
Anton."
Silently, I cheered. I'm pretty sure that makes me a bad person.
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