So I directed a play.
I'm amazed it actually worked out! It's been five very long months of intense practice and finally we showed so many people who doubted us that we could do it. Plus, mum was impressed; she saw the movie before and said that the music was too boring and that it made her fall asleep. But she told me after the show was over that the play was surprisingly engaging and that made me happier than anything else, I think.
We did "West Side Story" by Arthur Laurents. This was the first time I'd done anything remotely direct-y and the parts in other school plays I'd acted in were really small roles. But the major cast were good actors AND singers (besides me; having a head cold and a really bad cough was not a very good way of showcasing my voice for the first time) and they performed wonderfully.
Dress rehearsals were awful though; the guy playing Chino fired his gun only to realize that no one had played the gunshot! The actors playing Tony and Maria just stood on the stage for a while, nonplussed, before the music director rushed to the rescue; Aashish, the guy playing Tony, dropped dead at the sound of a drum beat ( albeit, a very loud drumbeat) ! Then Maya, who played Maria, tripped over Tony's corpse and nearly broke her ankle. When I sang "A Boy Like That" ,to my horror, my voice just dried up mid song. I pretended I was crying so the audience thought I was crying because Bernardo, the boyfriend of my character, Anita, had died. It was going okay until Maya forgot the lyrics for the song too! Everything went wrong on dress rehearsals but the audience surprisingly didn't notice most of the mistakes.
Yesterday, we performed for a much larger and more mature audience. While I was dancing the Mambo, the zipper of my dress split so my button mike fell down. The crew kept shouting at me to exit the stage but didn't tell me why.
I just continued dancing with my partner ,who picked up my mike and started to get confused too. We got screamed at ,even, by the guy managing the curtains but the music was too loud for us to understand what was going on. The other dancers apparently saw my dress and started trying to warn us too. My partner was yelled at the girls on at the side to cover my back (he's a lot taller than I am and hence has HUGE hands that can cover up more than half of my back). Unfortunately, he didn't get it and slid his hand up from my waist instead. Now, it looks like everyone on stage thinks he was groping me mid dance. -_-" Thankfully, I know he didn't do it intentionally or he would have a couple of broken fingers. Plus, his girlfriend was in the audience. *Talk about dangerous living*
But the performance went really well! I was introduced as the director in the end and I got to swing in using a really long and thick rope suspended from the ceiling! That was really fun. Then they presented me with a bouquet and the guys lifted me up in the air and threw me up a couple of times.....
Today, I found out that our pictures were in the daily newspapers too. I felt shamelessly smug about the whole thing, considering how the administration kept on bugging me about the cost of renting props and equipment and practice schedules and whatnot. Of course, now the admin just tells everyone they were the ones to fully support the whole thing when it was those old goats who opposed every single idea we had.
But whatever, I'm much too happy and filled with glee to do anything about it right now.
Here's one of the pictures that came out in the newspaper. I'm the one in the red dress!
*Oh Gawd, just noticed my legs are like chicken drumsticks*