Thursday, November 12, 2009
For the current project i.e. the one here on the blog.... Edit posting related to this work with a outline reference or something similar so cutting and pasting will be easier... Right now it is too disconnected even for me... I guess that is what happens when you use the blog as a notepad...
Character study for everyone is the story... make sure I know them... Interview them or something... (I know I have the forms here somewhere.)
Description, description , description... Most of the bits are lacking the descriptive qualities... Setting and timeline are weak right now and need some help... A outline would help, but since I wasn't 100% sure where this project was going I couldn't commit to an outline...
Plan ahead for ScriptFest (I think that what it is called... April 2010... 100pages of Script in 1 month..) hmmm what could I work on then...
Tap, tap, tap, tap, pause, tap, tap , tap.... The clicking rythmic sounds on taps across the polished hardwood floor brought a strange sense of calm to Addy. There was something relazing in her tap class. The energy release was an amazing let go for her after a long day of classes and stress from theater reheasals seemed to just leave pnce she began scuffing her aggression on to the hardowood floor. The music was such a welcome change from the usual classical pieces in Tanya's Ballet studio. It wouldn't take long and Addy could simply loose herself to her taps. New combinations , intricate time steps and the speed of her turns freed her to just be. Be a dancer, be an actress, be herself.
After 8 years of classical ballet training, she found her second or was it third home now... the Tap studio brought a strange solace to her. Of course the instructor being handsome and cut as well as an amazing artist didn't hurt the situation. Danny let them free themselves through their taps. Strangely enough the room seem to go on forever, the walls didn't connect, turns could keep turning.
"Here we go, lets give it full energy this time. 5...6...7...8" The group combination was heading them to competition in a week. This rag tag group of young adults mostly college students who needed an outlet. The music's (pick a piece....) rythms meant the rountine had to be perfect, no room for mistakes. "Arms, faster pick ups, come on sharper.." his voice carried a simply firm message. 'get it right already.'
"Take a minute to catch you breath, as that was obviously not our best work ladies." the girls could all hear it in in voice, Danny wasn't happy with that AT ALL!
" We have less than 2 weeks until competition... If you guys don't get it together we WILL fall flat on our faces."
"Let's take it from the top." He turned and pointed the remote toward the stereo. "5...6...7...8"
Addy knew hse would have to pull her thoughts together or her feet would not be with.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Addy sat patiently against the concrete wall waiting for her pointe class to start... Her feet already protesting against the idea of satin pink pointe shoes. She broke the shoes in several weeks before but was still not content with the fit. She sat wondering if this was right for her. After a long transition the door to the studio finally opening releasing 12 beginning pointe ballerinas to chatter through the hall themselves. Addy along with the other 6 girls in her class rushed into the studio to get their favorite ball spots. The mirrors shone brilliantly reflecting every detail of the room, the floors spotted with rosin reflecting the movements of the previous class. Miss Tanya and tall, slender woman turned to the class to begin.
" Lets begin with our plie', same set in first, second, forth, and fifth, finishing in a releve' , turn and reverse." turning to the stereo on the chair Miss Tayna's grace and elegance moved with her. Her ebony black hair was perfectly tied up in a bun.
The music (find a good piece to include here) led the class through the warm up from their plies to tundus, to a bar stretch and finally a simple portabrae (check the spelling).
"Shall we begin center floor..." Miss Tanya's voice was commanding but soft.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Adrianna stood starring at the curtain, handle this, I don't know which direction this going.
"who did you say the director was?"
Jerrod pulled out a message pad from his desk "Jim Stevenson... you know him?"
She froze. 'it couldn't be, what was he trying to prove'
" ahhhhh, yes. I do..."
"I'll check in later" she rushed passed in wondering if this was really happening.
The 43rd street theater company was only 10 blocks away, she frantically rushed north up Park Blvd to 43rd street.
out of breath and soaking wet Adrianna pulled open the glass door to the theater office.
" Can I help you" a older elegantly dressed receptionist greeted her.
"Yes, I'd like to speak with Mr. Stevenson please."
"May I tell him your name?"
"Just say Addy is here to see him." Adrianna wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do, just that she had to see him and find out why...
"Third door down the hall on the left."
"Thank you." Adrianna nodded as she cautiously proceeded toward the hall. The rusted and burgundy carpet added a strange warmth to the foyer.
Adrianna paused only briefly as she approached the third door. She gently but purposely knocked on the down.
"It's open" called a distant voice, " come on it, I'll be right with you..."
That was definitely Jim's voice, but did he realize it who was knocking on the door?
"Thank you for the offer, but I'm not sure if I should reprise this roll at this point in my career.." Adrianna decided to take the cold road rather than open herself up to potential heartache.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I was looking forward to working with you on stage." Jim turned from the built in book case as he laid his book down. Walking across the office to great her
Her auburn hair and hazel eyes accent her young innocences. Where was her prince charming? Would he ever come again? He was the light that shown in her heart, the end of the love story. He was the inspiration she needed to keep going, to write, to sing, to perform. Just simply knowing he was in the audience gave her the courage she needed lately. Would he actually show himself, let her know he was there? She had to let herself believe he sat somewhere in the blackness of the auditorium as she moved through the script, following the blocking across the dark hardwood floors on the Theater (note to self, name the theater).
Each night as Addy sat in her dressing room trying with fevered desperation to find her character, find it within her spirit to bring to life that character just one more time, she prayed he would be there (what is his name???) waiting for her at the backstage door. His sandy blond hair and crystal blue eyes inspired her to move forward through the longing, through the darkness and sadness. He was her knight in shining armor as cliche' as it sounded.
"5 minutes to curtain, places backstage..." the dreaded call came from the stairwell. The harsh voice of the stage manager. Addy began to climb the stairs from the dressing rooms. the walls seeming to call to her in her longing. 'stay here with us', 'don't move on', 'you need us'. The security this theater possessed, a safety and comfort..
Adrianna picked up the morning headlines on her phone... stopping in a brief moment of disbelief.
"This isn't happening...." she hurriedly turned her laptop on frantically typing, the familiar network page came on.
' Did anyone else see the headline in the education section this morning?' her fingers moved as fast as they could in an almost surreal fashion. ' are they really tearing it down?'
In real time fashion responses began popping up...
"yes" , "sad but true" " we can't stop them, we tried"
' why am I just now hearing about this, how did I miss it?' her mind began rushing through the memories, she could hear the voices, the music, the sounds of the seats in their own quirky creaking as someone passed them.
"The building has been sold and the new owners are building some a new high tech firm."
a rush of cold sadness fell over Adrianna. For 6 years she existed on that stage, in that dressing room, seated in the auditorium just simply exisisting.
"Adrianna, a new script has come in for you. Looks like a good role for you...The director requested you read for it... If you want the role it is yours."
"What?" Jerrod's voice jerked her back to reality. She was in her office, staring blankly off journeying back to through the curtain that had been hers for so long.
"New script..." Jerrod's face shown his discontent with her day dreaming.. "are you here or should I schedule an appointment?"
"I'm sorry Jerrod, just got some news and I'm not sure how to take it..." that would be the understatement of the year. This news as materialistic as it sounded shattered her balance. That building wasn't just a building it was her security. why had she left the security and stability it offered?.
The computer screen flashed new messages, photos of her beloved building, her sanctuary ripped apart. A gaping hole in the stone wall, opening the safety of that place , memories flooded out from that one hole. The sadness and sudden rush of anger invaded Adrianna's mind. How, why?
She pushed it out of her mind, picking up the script Jerrod brought her. A revival. "West Side Story", seriously? could she possibly reprise the role. Who would her co-star be? Especially now.
Her cell phone buzzed and flashed messages, missed calls ; Adrianna just starred out the window overlooking the busy street below. Melodies flooded her head, choreography, tingled her joints, a feeling of excitement surged through her..
"I'll take it" her voice was strong and determined.
"Seriously? You're going to take the role?" Jerrod looked surprised.
"Yes, why not? It is one of my favorite roles and I think it will be a good career move."
She picked up the script and put it in her bag... "I'm going to get a bite to eat..." moving across the studio, "by the way who is the director?"