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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 3, 2005 4:39:52 GMT -5
Problem is, drama club's not until Saturday... and I have no idea how they'd do it.
They'd think I was crazee again.
... but then, when do they not?
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 3, 2005 12:55:35 GMT -5
Heh... heh... heh...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 3, 2005 14:15:23 GMT -5
This is my plan: Ask Kevin if I can control the amoebas while he goes to get a cup of tea or something.
Choose two of them, and tell them to pretend to be two strangers in a lift, and to react to whatever happens.
Then run real fast up to the lighting box and come on over the V/O system, and announce they're going to a different universe...
;D I did that once before. We were doing the park bench exercise, and I randomly went up and started doing the air stewardess thing (emergency exits are located here, here and here...), asked to climb aboard, sat down on the bench, stared into space for about five seconds, then got up and announced they were in a different universe, and wandered off...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 3, 2005 17:01:13 GMT -5
LOL- that would be so much fun!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 4, 2005 5:27:16 GMT -5
It sent the little kids into an over-excitable frenzy. They all wanted to go up on stage next, but Kevin said we had to do something else.
"AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW...."
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 4, 2005 12:15:12 GMT -5
I love park bench. My favorite one was when I imitated our director. I went up and started shouting at the other person on how they weren't in character, than began dragging them through the blocking that they were "supposed to have memorized."
I'm not sure if Cashmonkey ever really forgave me for that...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 5, 2005 6:01:26 GMT -5
I once went up and just started counting out loud really slowly. "ONE............ TWO..........." And whenever anyone tried to speak, I'd yell out the next number really loudly. "THREE........"
And then I sat there and frowned for ages, and after a long time had gone past and everything was silent, I suddenly yelled "BENCH!!!!!", got up and walked off.
Then there was the time I went up and asked people if I could borrow their spleens... and once I was a fortune teller, and kept foreseeing imminent attacks on the person by the other person sitting on the bench....
Everyone at my drama club is really mad... they'd have to be to find me worthy of respect...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 6, 2005 16:41:35 GMT -5
LOL.
Those are all really good ideas.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 7, 2005 12:26:07 GMT -5
When Frankie comes round, we normally discuss things we can do at drama club the next morning...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 7, 2005 19:47:39 GMT -5
Fun fun fun.... I wish I could go play with you- that would be so fun!!!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 8, 2005 5:42:16 GMT -5
You know the answer. Come to England. *convincing stare*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 8, 2005 18:49:47 GMT -5
Want to loan me 1600 dollars? That's just airfare!
Maybe I'll swing by a few years into college, if you're not in NZ by then...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 9, 2005 3:55:37 GMT -5
If I am, I'll come back, and we'll go storm my drama club.
"Hey KEVIN, guess who's BAAACK!!!!! ..... Kevin?"
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Aug 9, 2005 14:26:19 GMT -5
muahahaha...
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Aug 9, 2005 16:27:20 GMT -5
He's already said he's going to end up running FYP for the rest of his life...
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