So, yesterday night, I went to a play at my high school. It was an adaptation of Jane Austen's book, Pride and Prejudice. They had gotten half of the school to squeeze into our 200 seat auditorium because they said someone would jump off of a balcony.
And then no one did.
It was still a good play, but I felt strangely cheated of the satisfaction of watching someone pretend to plunge to their death. No. It was just...a regular, unexciting play. Well done, enjoyable, NO ONE DIED AND I'M UPSET.
Here's the understanding I have of high school plays:
- Join drama class. Expect to meet cute, socially awkward drama geeks.
- Realize drama class is boring
- Stay in there because you do want to go into acting
- Also there's a few socially awkward cute drama geeks there
- But most of them are seniors and leaving
- But oh well
- Teacher announces upcoming play
- A few people memorize their lines and take it seriously
- The rest stay home and play minecraft all day
- You paint stuff
- Some two "lucky" people pretend to punch/kiss/slap each other
- Teacher yells because you did something wrong
- Someone quits
- Someone joins late
- You perform
- And someone jumps off of a balcony
But it didn't happen.
So I feel cheated of the satisfaction of watching mediocre entertainment of death.
By the end of the play, I probably looked like this:
xoxo--Crazy
