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I went to my drama class earlier tonight.  Ten years ago, I went to drama school for a year. I haven’t set foot on a stage since and I’m trying to find out if it’s fear that’s prevented me from acting, or plain disinterest.  Tonight was week four of a six week course and I’m breathing a sigh of relief that we only have two sessions left to go.

The tutor is good, and the sessions structured.  I just don’t like any of the other students.

On week one, our first exercise was to reveal something personal about ourselves to someone else who would then share it with the group.  The most disturbing admission of the evening was from a man who said he wished his father was dead.  Said man also wears slippers to do all the inevitable warm-up exercises which I also find disturbing.  What kind of man wears slippers in the twenty-first century, let alone chooses to wear slippers to aid his mobility?

The most irritating person in the group is an overweight lady who continually raises her plump little hand to ask questions about what we’re doing and how we’re doing it.  Her most interesting feature, visible through her off-white tee-shirt, are her breasts, which point in almost opposite directions to one another.  Unfortunately, so do her eyes.

Tonight, we had to perform the scenes that we were given last week with our partners.  Only I didn’t go last week so didn’t have to perform.  The tutor was apologetic and I was secretly pleased.  The theme for last week – and the reason I didn’t go, was that we were all asked to bring in a piece of music that made us feel an extreme emotion, be it rage, joy, grief, regret etc.  I knew that most people would opt for sorrow/grief and couldn’t bear the thought of being surrounded by weeping and wailing.  I’m too happy to be sad.


About sallybennett

I live, work and daydream in the UK.

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