Now as has been stated about a million times on here, I am a theatre major. I’ve spent quite a bit of time defending it, but I have to admit that there are days when I really wonder why in the world I choose to put myself through this kind of torture.
I’m taking an advanced acting class right now. The focus of the class is learning to be “emotionally available.” It's all about being "real" and connecting with your acting partner. Now at times this is a good thing, but frequently this means getting really far out of your comfort zone. Each of us as performers has different things that we need to work on. One of my biggest challenges is physically relating to people. I’m not a particularly “touchy-feely” person. I’m also not a huge fan of PDA (Public Displays of Affection). Unfortunately in acting we are often called upon to portray situations that we can neither relate to nor are comfortable with, the whole no PDA/ “don’t touch me” thing becomes a bit of problem. I’m sure at this point you’re catching on to where this is going….
Today in acting class I was called to do a scene in which I was one half of a recently engaged couple who is fighting over when to get married. He wants to wait for her parent’s approval, but she wants to get married now. It is later revealed in the scene that she is pregnant and that is why she so desperately wants to get married. Sounds simple enough (ok maybe not, but fairly typical for this class). Unfortunatly for me, I was paired with one of the most physically comfortable actors in the class. He had the “brilliant” idea of starting the scene by coming in and hugging and kissing me. All right, so that’s a believable thing to do and potentially good blocking…..but this was an improved scene. So I didn’t know it was coming. I did probably the worst thing I could have possibly done; I flinched away and broke character. The entire class is watching this happen. I managed to recover and finish the scene without too many other mishaps. But after class I was warned by several of my male classmates that I won’t get off so easily next time. I'm not so happy about any of them having any sort of goal that involves me kissing them, on or off stage.
My dad called a little while ago and I told him about the incident. He seemed to think it was hilarious. That is until I reminded him that it was in fact his sweet, little baby girl who'd be kissing all these boys. That shut him up.
Little known fact: In the Grimm's Fairy Tale Version of "The Frog Prince," the princess doesn't kiss the frog. She actually gets so angry with him that she throws him against a wall. He turns into a prince upon impact. - I prefer this version of the story.
Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day (a little early)
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Here's my advice. First go get some slim jim beef jerky, the flat kind. Now every day you have acting class start sucking on a stick of jerky about an hour before hand, don't chew it. Then, right before class bite it into smaller peices. When one of those honkies goes for a smootch you jump 'em. Grab their rear end, and lay some smack on them. Then slip the a peice of sucked out beef jerky into their mouth. They'll have no clue what the smash you just did or what the awful colored tasteless peice of processed food is in their mouth.
Take 'em down
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