Any Number Can Die

Our theatre program did the murder-mystery-comedy Any Number Can Die play last night, and, while it certainly didn't seem so at the time, I think we did a pretty good job. Granted, there was lots of ad libbing, stress, and confusion as nobody quite knew what was going on, but, as is the case with most things, we can look back now and laugh. 

After a very rough first act, those familiar words came out as we gathered together behind stage during intermission; I don't know what happened. But then again, we did know what happened: jitters. Much like the reoccurring lyrics in George Michael's Wake Me Up, the jitterbug had invaded the scene (no pun intended). It was the first time ALL of the cast was there, on stage, in costume with a full audience. When someone skipped their lines, it threw things off, and we were forced to mentally try to figure out what was supposed to come next without letting anyone else know. Like I said before: stressful. But we got through it, and the amazing thing was that the audience had no idea and loved every bit. And as I think back now, with all the practices, the costume hunting, and set building, I loved every bit of it too.

Our first play in the Fall (Antogone) was interesting, but not as fun as it was a Greek tragedy where most everyone died after giving long, solemn speeches. The fact that we had to perform it for a contest where all odds were against us with annoying people and situations at every corner just made it a grim circumstance to look back to. And we didn't mess up those lines hardly at all. While the process with this play has certainly not been as smooth as we would've hoped with a nonexistent budget and an unpredictable cast, this play is one for the books. Experience is important, and being in theatre this year has really provided a new perspective on things for me. There was a lot of work put into this play, and it may not have been perfect, but I am glad for the relationships that were able to be formed, and for the bonding that took place. Friends are easily gained in ideal situations, but by now we all know that true friendship is determined when it remains strong even in times of turmoil.

The play may not have gone according to plan... but then, when is life ever predictable? In my experience  the not knowing is what makes life an adventure worth living;)

Hannibal's first clue 

Agatha (me) smugly confronting Hannibal