Actor: *dies on stage* LD: *turns on green light accidentally* SM: Well he's going to heaven... heaven's green
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Actor: *dies on stage* LD: *turns on green light accidentally* SM: Well he's going to heaven... heaven's green
Jigaki Ghazal
With home and dearest hearts, your heart begins A song of air and arias, a breathing heart
When the curtain rises you can hear the audience inhale as one; a beating, breathing heart
You hold the sword like your baby daughter: tightly, buried deep inside your breathing heart
and if you bleed across the stage, no matter; the techs will mop the pools of your breathing heart
For now, you hold their eyes in rapture: this is art a spilling of your whispered breath a breaking of your breathing heart
I'm good at dying.
GOOD NEWS: I was casted in my first college play. The Clink.
I'm excited for many reasons: IT'S MY FIRST COLLEGE SHOW. I have never played a man before, now i'm playing two. And I have never really died in a show before, now I die twice. I said really because in high school I was Josephine Strong in our production of Urinetown. Technically she dies in the end, but there isn't a cathartic awesome death.
The Bishop, and Gridling, my characters in The Clink, both die in the play. THIS WILL BE EPIC.
30 Day Actor's Challenge - Day 18
I've been killed on stage twice that I can remember. As Clytemnestra I was stabbed to death by my son Orestes. As Gertrude I was poisoned by my husband Claudius. Way more fun killing someone on stage. All that lying still is very dull.