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A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Christiane Demack
A fairy world hidden within a wild forest, an Athens of long ago bustling with valiant ‘rude mechanicals’ amidst the Athenian court and five Athenian nobles desperately sorting through their quarrelsome problems… who would have thought that you could fit all of that into a small international school in the space of six months? Under the direction of Una, (English and Drama teacher) the casting for this magical adventure began in October. A truly ‘mixed’ cast developed, which did indeed give spark to plenty of ‘mixed up’ stories…
The ‘lovers’ (that is to say, four Athenian nobles who disrupt the rhythms of the Athenian court) experienced their first rehearsal in the ‘Fairy Garden’-fitting, don’t you think?-to plenty of laughter and sunlight. The fun continued through the wintery and later alternating sunny and ‘haily’ weather. Our ‘Demetrius’ drove fair Helena sheer mad with his outbursts of flowing ’shoulder acrobatics’ in the midst of ‘dramatic’ scenes…sadly, he had to move to England unexpectedly during the winter holidays, after reminding ‘Hermia’ (a.k.a. me!) that I pronounce the word ‘thank you’ too many times a day.Before his departure, he finally learned that ‘Lysander’ is not, in fact, pronounced ‘lasagne’.
In Shakespeare’s plays, as everyone knows, (or do they?) all parts, including female roles,were played by boys. We’ve given this gender confusion a 21st Century twist: our new Demetrius was, in fact, a GIRL! Despite initial rather loudly expressed murmurs of shock and reservation from certain members of the cast, the new female Demetrius has proved that even the world of Shakespeare can be mixed up and turned upside down if the actress is good enough; and in fact rehearsals whizzed by without a second thought about her flowing curls and obvious feminine qualities.
Here’s the reduced version: romance; quarrels; inadvertent slaps; fury; tenderness; our choreographer, Nena teaching donkeys and a Sri Lankan queen to dance; adventurous Chemistry teacher Hugh teaching stage fighting to mad teenagers; tears, formerly resembling mirth;colossal stage-back-drops masterfully crafted by student Tierney; loud, nerve-racking construction workers outside the theater; late lightingmen; screams, laughs, raucous audiences; ‘thribbling’(otherwise known as improvising lines); teamwork; warmth; real tears; jealousy; complexity; magic. Looking back, it has the chaotic colours of a dream.
As the fatal nights of performance drew nearer, we all spent days rehearsing at the theatre. These rehearsals were some of the best. The tears seemed much more like laughter and the anger more like mirth, which just goes to show how friendly a cast we were! Something I thought was quite remarkable, though I’m not sure just how many people noticed it, was ‘Moth’s’ incredible talent for learning almost every single line in the play, and then prompting others without even being asked! (Something else that drove fair Helena crazy.)
In the end, the emotional highs and lows of rehearsal added to what was, according to our audience, a performance “piaciuta da morire”.
Would I do it again? Do I miss the pressure of a star role?
Definitely.
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