Heh nice one D. My turn:
1. Peck: "Just let me undo you. I'll do you back up." Mimes putting his hands under her blouse and playing with her boobies.
2. Peck: "You can't submit work to Playboy unless you're fifteen..."
3. Peck: "For a thirty year old, you have a body a twenty year old woman would die for."
Okay. Looks like my Forget Bad Memories Program has done its work - I can't remember my other boo-boos.
What I do remember (and remember having a horribly hard time with) is an incident on Saturday matinee during the family dinner scene. It was freezing cold, and Grandpa had a runny nose. On one of his lines, he laughed (the snorting kind) and some snot came out, which was wonderful for character but horrendous for Peck next to him, who had a painful time trying not to laugh.
June 11, 2008
June 10, 2008
oopsie
my little moments
1. my first experience with creating thespian spit. watching dem lil missiles launching from my mouth in slow motion was pretty ew. is that why they call it 'projecting'?
2. almost knocking down the wooden stool i was meant to sit back down on after a section of 'Mother's Guide To Social Drinking' monologue. i got a hold of it *just* in the nick of time as it was sent crashing to the floor. Yes, all that practice with flies and chopsticks has finally gone to constructive use.
3. the tableau - maintaining the crouch while the audience streams in for the start of Act 2. it only got really bad when we had that 100-strong audience who took their time resuming their seats. apart from that, it was pretty alright. i discovered that keeping myself occupied with thoughts of doing 'nasty! vulgar! primitive! hot!' things to Amelia helps a lot.
4. during the 'Photoshoot', whilst indulging in one of my stylo-mylo poses, i contracted a severe cramp in my right butt cheek. keeping it there til the next 'click', in that moment i believed that mercy no longer existed. Note to self: never attempt to hyperextend your limbs in an excessively air-conditioned environment.
5. as Aunt Mary, for the line, "My poor sister. She sits every Christmas when i come home to dinner with a new stole or diamonds or tickets to Mauritius". I mixed it up once and it came out as "My poor sister. She comes home every Christmas to dinner... and i JUST SIT THERE with a new stole or diamonds or tickets to Mauritius". Whoa, like, since when was Mary such a stuck-up bitch, right? I don't think anyone from the audience had sympathy for her that night. Also, there was time where i barely cut myself short of saying 'the maldives', it came out as 'tickets to The Mauritius'. The Mauritius what?
bleh.
1. my first experience with creating thespian spit. watching dem lil missiles launching from my mouth in slow motion was pretty ew. is that why they call it 'projecting'?
2. almost knocking down the wooden stool i was meant to sit back down on after a section of 'Mother's Guide To Social Drinking' monologue. i got a hold of it *just* in the nick of time as it was sent crashing to the floor. Yes, all that practice with flies and chopsticks has finally gone to constructive use.
3. the tableau - maintaining the crouch while the audience streams in for the start of Act 2. it only got really bad when we had that 100-strong audience who took their time resuming their seats. apart from that, it was pretty alright. i discovered that keeping myself occupied with thoughts of doing 'nasty! vulgar! primitive! hot!' things to Amelia helps a lot.
4. during the 'Photoshoot', whilst indulging in one of my stylo-mylo poses, i contracted a severe cramp in my right butt cheek. keeping it there til the next 'click', in that moment i believed that mercy no longer existed. Note to self: never attempt to hyperextend your limbs in an excessively air-conditioned environment.
5. as Aunt Mary, for the line, "My poor sister. She sits every Christmas when i come home to dinner with a new stole or diamonds or tickets to Mauritius". I mixed it up once and it came out as "My poor sister. She comes home every Christmas to dinner... and i JUST SIT THERE with a new stole or diamonds or tickets to Mauritius". Whoa, like, since when was Mary such a stuck-up bitch, right? I don't think anyone from the audience had sympathy for her that night. Also, there was time where i barely cut myself short of saying 'the maldives', it came out as 'tickets to The Mauritius'. The Mauritius what?
bleh.
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