Cool, what was the drama camp like? I've been in a Christmas play, I was stage hand in another one for church. I've been in several mini dramas and musicals in 4-H, five of which took place on stage, some more then once. My favorite was one I was in for 4-H derected by a girl older then me who I look up to this day. It was called " The Kidnapping of Lyn Jones " and it was about two detectives trying to figure out a case of the kidnapping of Lyn Jones. I was a NCIS agent and I had a few good lines. My sister was in it too, and so was a handful of people who I mostly already knew, but I get to know them all really well because we had practice every week for nearly half a year I think. It was awesome. ( Sorry, got a little carried away talking about that there. ) What was your favorite play you ever did?
O3O :3 Ohhhh, you lucky thing. xD Wow, that all sounds like so much fun! What awesome experiences! Those sounds like great memories. (Nah, no worries, I can tell it's special to you. :3) My favorite play? Ehhh. . . xD I don't think I have a favorite. The little plays themselves didn't do much for me, only made annoying songs get stuck in my head. And I never made any friends.
Yeah some of the best memories. ( Indeed. :3 ) Oh yeah I just remembered there was another musical that was performed on stage quite a few times and the short skits I did in Jamaica. Oh... Did you have fun at least?
O3O :3 Ohhhh, you lucky thing. xD Wow, that all sounds like so much fun! What awesome experiences! Those sounds like great memories. (Nah, no worries, I can tell it's special to you. :3) My favorite play? Ehhh. . . xD I don't think I have a favorite. The little plays themselves didn't do much for me, only made annoying songs get stuck in my head. And I never made any friends.
Yeah some of the best memories. ( Indeed. :3 ) Oh yeah I just remembered there was another musical that was performed on stage quite a few times and the short skits I did in Jamaica. Oh... Did you have fun at least?
Oh, how fun! How many years did you do/have you been doing those plays? I had fun acting. I didn't have fun being told what to do and being with people who made me internally stress out.
They were about halfway through the dance scene when Temptation caught movement from the corner of his eye. He glanced up at the ceiling, where thick wooden beams ran above the room to hold the theater's structure together; there, he captured a glimpse of two cloaked figures huddled atop one of those beams, directly above the stage. From the dim shadows of the ceiling, the metal tip of an arrowhead glinted in the torchlight. "Get down!" He suddenly grabbed Joy and shoved her to the floor. Just as he did so, a sharp sound whistled by his ear, and a dark arrow struck the floorboards where Joy had been but a moment before. The bright red shaft stood out on the stage. A gasp sounded from the audience, but no one looked really alarmed--more confused. They probably thought this was a new plot twist. Temptation glanced back up at the beams. One of the men's furious glares met his gaze, then another arrow was nocked and drawn back. "Run!" He scrambled off the floor. Joy was quick in following, but she stopped to stare up at the ceiling. "Where--?" "Don't look, just run, now!" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back just as another arrow hit the floor. Then another. Both men were firing now, and they were deadly shots. Peterson gaped at them when they came busting through the curtain. "Hey-- what're you doing?! Look, your ad-libbing's been clever and all, but this is getting ridiculous--" "It's not an act!" Joy cried. "Someone's shooting at us!" Startled cries echoed shrilly from the stage. Peterson darted to the curtains and threw them open. There, on the stage, the two cloaked men had jumped down and landed lightly, and now were aiming their weapons at the startled and anxious audience. Peterson growled. "The brick! I'll show these bozos. . ." "No, don't--!" Joy began to protest. Peterson stormed onto the stage and demanded. "What's going on here? Who are you to interrupt my show? I'll have you know that I--" Both cloaked men whirled around and shot at Peterson. The short director yelped and jumped back. We need to get those beards and run while we can, Temptation realizes.
They were about halfway through the dance scene when Temptation caught movement from the corner of his eye. He glanced up at the ceiling, where thick wooden beams ran above the room to hold the theater's structure together; there, he captured a glimpse of two cloaked figures huddled atop one of those beams, directly above the stage. From the dim shadows of the ceiling, the metal tip of an arrowhead glinted in the torchlight. "Get down!" He suddenly grabbed Joy and shoved her to the floor. Just as he did so, a sharp sound whistled by his ear, and a dark arrow struck the floorboards where Joy had been but a moment before. The bright red shaft stood out on the stage. A gasp sounded from the audience, but no one looked really alarmed--more confused. They probably thought this was a new plot twist. Temptation glanced back up at the beams. One of the men's furious glares met his gaze, then another arrow was nocked and drawn back. "Run!" He scrambled off the floor. Joy was quick in following, but she stopped to stare up at the ceiling. "Where--?" "Don't look, just run, now!" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back just as another arrow hit the floor. Then another. Both men were firing now, and they were deadly shots. Peterson gaped at them when they came busting through the curtain. "Hey-- what're you doing?! Look, your ad-libbing's been clever and all, but this is getting ridiculous--" "It's not an act!" Joy cried. "Someone's shooting at us!" Startled cries echoed shrilly from the stage. Peterson darted to the curtains and threw them open. There, on the stage, the two cloaked men had jumped down and landed lightly, and now were aiming their weapons at the startled and anxious audience. Peterson growled. "The brick! I'll show these bozos. . ." "No, don't--!" Joy began to protest. Peterson stormed onto the stage and demanded. "What's going on here? Who are you to interrupt my show? I'll have you know that I--" Both cloaked men whirled around and shot at Peterson. The short director yelped and jumped back. We need to get those beards and run while we can, Temptation realizes.
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My favorite was one I was in for 4-H derected by a girl older then me who I look up to this day. It was called " The Kidnapping of Lyn Jones " and it was about two detectives trying to figure out a case of the kidnapping of Lyn Jones. I was a NCIS agent and I had a few good lines. My sister was in it too, and so was a handful of people who I mostly already knew, but I get to know them all really well because we had practice every week for nearly half a year I think. It was awesome. 
) What was your favorite play you ever did? 
( Indeed. :3 ) Oh yeah I just remembered there was another musical that was performed on stage quite a few times and the short skits I did in Jamaica. 
( Indeed. :3 ) Oh yeah I just remembered there was another musical that was performed on stage quite a few times and the short skits I did in Jamaica. 
