DAY SEVEN.
AGE SEVEN.
I liked acting long before I knew it was
acting. In The First Year of Infant School
The Favourite Make-Believe Game (although we always called them ‘imaginary
games’, which I suppose is ambiguous)
was The Invisible Man. I don’t remember much, but it was your basic
Scooby-Doo style story, except whatever the more scary, serious version of that
is.
From here, I perfected The Usual Role in the make-believe
games that continued throughout Infant and Junior School. Generally half of a double act, I’d be both
wily and clumsy, the kind of cocksure person who might pull a mysterious lever
and send a friend hurtling down a trapdoor without noticing, but at the same
time I was partial to a pratfall myself.
Slowly the make-believe became play-acting, and by
Junior School any opportunity to tell a story was exploited into making the
other kids watch us perform a play. I
knew my strengths when it came to improvisation and that wily but clumsy
character had advanced to the kind of character who would interrupt other
people’s monologues to complain for more attention, who infuriated figures of
authority with zaniness, was cowardly in the face of danger, heroic in the face
of audience attention, cocky, brash and idiotic when it was funny, sardonically
facepalming when others were, constantly scheming, likely to cause harm to
associates and even more likely to get blown up for a gag ending.
I had in other words written The Self to be Daffy
Duck,
if you could add the occasional moral crusade in
there.
So when I went up to Senior School and got a whole
lesson devoted to drama, it was
wonderful. And not enough.
There was a drama club, but it was after school
and I couldn’t go. But I loved drama
more than anything in the world. So one
of the drama teachers, not unreasonably assuming there might be other keen
drama enthusiasts who weren’t able to stick around after lessons, opened the
drama classroom at lunchtime and so began Lunchtime Drama Club.
But later in the year, I was able to join
Afterschool Drama Club anyway. I don’t
regret that The Initial Not-Joining-Of-It led to the creation of an entirely
separate club which then seemed like a slightly redundant move, because
Lunchtime Drama Club was way better than Afterschool Drama Club. I’m egocentric, like most normal people, and
Afterschool Drama Club was a lot less fun than Lunchtime Drama Club. Because Lunchtime Drama Club was invented
because of me. The only thing
Afterschool Drama Club had going for it was that it reached a better audience
in the end.
Lunchtime Drama Club was The Favourite Thing In The
World. It was the reason I went to
school. I got through the morning by
counting down till lunchtime. Summer was
the worst time at school because while the cold weather drove people into the
drama classroom, the hot weather kept them away.
Lunchtime Drama Club was about opening our
imaginations, it was about being important, it was fun, exciting, empowering
and totally freeing. We’d come up with small
(mostly) improvised plays that we’d perform at open evenings, assemblies, ‘talent’
shows, at lunchtime performances for our friends, on special nights when we
could invite our parents or occasionally not at all (especially if all the
traitors had gone to sit on the field because it was sunny). And sometimes we weren’t devising plays at
all and were just playing Jurassic Park (I made a good velociraptor).
Afterschool Drama Club was very different. It was supervised for a start, it wasn’t
about improvising, it wasn’t about hanging out with your friends and it wasn’t
about small ideas that I got to be in charge of. Afterschool Drama Club was for the one big
school production every year. It
involved the whole school, there were dozens of children from every year
involved, there were auditions and scripts and selected rehearsals and
eventually three performances open to the public (and one dress rehearsal open
to other schools).
At Afterschool Drama Club I wasn’t in control of
what I wanted to do or who I wanted to be. There was now a hierarchy and I was one of the
youngest and the newest person there (instead of the first and oldest like at
Lunchtime Drama Club) and I had to stand in line. For years.
In Year 7 (the first year of Senior School), the
Afterschool Drama Club production was Frankenstein. By the time I joined, I was just slipped into
the chorus. I was far too late to even
have a chance of auditioning. The only moment
I got to have a voice was during a chorus sequence where I got to be a little
girl whose argument with her sister about a shawl or a scarf or something sent
her sister outside, into the murderous hands of the Bride, I think maybe.
23rd billed |
In Year 8, the Afterschool Drama Club production
was The Wind In The Willows. They tried
me for the role of the washer woman, but The Inability To Do Accents led me
instead to being cast as Fiona (a role I had to share with someone else), a two
scene character whose boyfriend is cackhandedly trying to propose and then Mr
Toad steals their car. Otherwise, I was
just part of the good animal chorus.
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In Year 9, the Afterschool Drama Club production
was Our Day Out with the songs cut. Due
to being the only person who read the script for one particular scene and so
being the only one to perform it correctly during the audition, I was cast as
Susan, a teacher, who while on stage for the entire play, has very few actual
lines apart from in that one scene I did in The Audition.
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In Year 10, the Afterschool Drama Club production
was Sherlock Holmes And The Limehouse Horror, except it went horribly wrong and
we a) didn’t perform it until the following year and b) as such performed it in
the drama studio instead of the school hall, making it very much like an
unimportant Lunchtime Drama Club performance instead of the big whole school
production. I was cast as Moran, a
one-scene wonder who gets caught in the very first scene. I did manage to insert The Self into a large
prologue section we added later and a later ‘in prison’ scene, but by this
point it had also become a vampire story and made no sense whatsoever.
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So in Year 11 (the final year of Senior School),
when the Afterschool Drama Club production was Oliver! I had had it. First off I was annoyed that everyone was
moving on to the new production of Oliver! while our lame last-year production
of Sherlock Holmes STILL hadn’t been performed.
And second off, Oliver! is a musical.
Frankenstein wasn’t a musical, The Wind In The Willows kind of was,
although I'm sure a lot of songs were cut, Our Day Out specifically had the
songs removed, Sherlock Holmes sure as hell wasn’t a musical. So why in The Final Year Of School were we
suddenly doing a massive proper famous musical?
I can’t sing. Or dance. Exactly what kind of rubbish role was I gonna
get stuck with?
Frankenstein – I was in the chorus. The Wind In The Willows – chorus, but with
one scene role. Our Day Out – supporting
character. Sherlock Holmes – back to one
scene role but I made it bigger, bigger than just a supporting character. There was progression here. Everyone knew that was how it was supposed to
work. You start in Year 7 with the
chorus and you work your way up until by Year 11 you get a lead role. But I knew there was no chance whatsoever
that I would get a lead role in Oliver! because it’s a dumb musical even though
we’d never done one before. And I was
not suffering the indignity of being a Year 11 student stuck back in the
chorus. I had toiled for five years and
I wasn’t going back there.
So I wasn’t in the show. No biggie.
I still had Lunchtime Drama Club.
But all The Friends were in Oliver! and they made
new friends there and all the old drama crowd I had come to know over the years
were in it. And from what I could tell,
they were having the best time in their lives ever.
So obviously I had to hate and scorn the stupid
show.
But when it came to the performances, The Flimsy Sulk
didn’t really seem important and I wanted to see The Best Friends as Nancy, Mr
Bumble, Fagin and Mr Sowerberry.
So I went and saw Oliver! (Horndean Community
School/Barton Hall, Horndean Campus/23rd March 2001).
It was weird seeing a school show from the other
side. I’d never done that.
The kid playing Oliver sounded like nails on a
blackboard and had the strong hint of being a bully not an adorable moppet, and
I couldn’t find the hook that made this an interesting show, but the set was good,
with some kind of bridge thing, and The Friends were all really good—Nancy, Mr
Bumble, Fagin and Mr Sowerberry—they did themselves proud for their final Year
11 Afterschool Drama Club production and I’m glad I got to see them do it.
I am so proud of that Daffy Duck drawing.
That is an AMAZING Daffy Duck drawing. But the rest are great too, obvs.
ReplyDeleteYour contribution to the ruining of Sherlock Holmes made me laugh. As did your "positive criticism" of Oliver! (Although obviously you did really like your friends in it. Screw everything else!)
Thank you, I shall stare lovingly at it some more.
DeleteI didn't ruin Sherlock Holmes. I made it Moranelicious.