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Screamed myself hoarse at Netherworld last night. Pulled out all the stops. Now I have bruises on my left knee and hip to go with the one on my right ankle (origin unknown). Perhaps it is a good thing I missed giving platelets last week.
They put me in the jail (which is what tiggers do best!) last night, with really delicious gore all over my face, thanks Brina, but I have got to remember to stretch my mouth while they are doing it. My chin was practically off by the time the house closed.
I screamed a lot. I am learning a lot about audience, though. The first few people through we scared the heck out of. There was one group that started out scared and it just got worse. Me and John (in the other cell) were popping in and out of everywhere until those poor people were just about on the floor. I was screaming about the things coming through the walls and flesh eating monsters and all kinds of things. John was crooning to this leftover wig we had. I was going nuts over glowsticks, chewing gum, and people being jerks, and I just let fly.
Other audiences were not so appreciative. I should have just stopped in mid-scream, that might have been funny, but I kept on trying to talk to people. If they laughed at me, I would say something like, "You think I'm mad! They all thought I was mad! But you'll see...."
When we had our break, Ben broke us, in his big ol' scary guy armor. I said, who are you? He was like, "Ben Armstrong? The owner?" I was like, aeeee! my boss is watching! But then I had already done several scares with him, and it was too late to have stage fright.
I revived the Blood Feast "escaped Prisoner" scream, with just a little more mania. "Free! Over the wall, on the lam, out of the loop!" I didn't use it all the time, but especially when I felt like people weren't enthusiastic enough, I would try to "get them" when they came around the other corner. Some success there. One group in particular all went against the wall.
Sometimes it's just too much for $6 an hour, though. I look at the bruises on me today and think about the people I wasted good performance on and just sigh. It's our willingness to do this sort of thing ... the fact that we ARE actors and we'll go all out once we're given a role, that Ben and Billy get the advantage of. I know the job is boring in a lot of ways, and they can't really afford to pay us a lot, but I still think we (ok, -I-) are better than they give us credit for.
I woke up at 7:30 this morning. Why? I must go find coffee now.
They put me in the jail (which is what tiggers do best!) last night, with really delicious gore all over my face, thanks Brina, but I have got to remember to stretch my mouth while they are doing it. My chin was practically off by the time the house closed.
I screamed a lot. I am learning a lot about audience, though. The first few people through we scared the heck out of. There was one group that started out scared and it just got worse. Me and John (in the other cell) were popping in and out of everywhere until those poor people were just about on the floor. I was screaming about the things coming through the walls and flesh eating monsters and all kinds of things. John was crooning to this leftover wig we had. I was going nuts over glowsticks, chewing gum, and people being jerks, and I just let fly.
Other audiences were not so appreciative. I should have just stopped in mid-scream, that might have been funny, but I kept on trying to talk to people. If they laughed at me, I would say something like, "You think I'm mad! They all thought I was mad! But you'll see...."
When we had our break, Ben broke us, in his big ol' scary guy armor. I said, who are you? He was like, "Ben Armstrong? The owner?" I was like, aeeee! my boss is watching! But then I had already done several scares with him, and it was too late to have stage fright.
I revived the Blood Feast "escaped Prisoner" scream, with just a little more mania. "Free! Over the wall, on the lam, out of the loop!" I didn't use it all the time, but especially when I felt like people weren't enthusiastic enough, I would try to "get them" when they came around the other corner. Some success there. One group in particular all went against the wall.
Sometimes it's just too much for $6 an hour, though. I look at the bruises on me today and think about the people I wasted good performance on and just sigh. It's our willingness to do this sort of thing ... the fact that we ARE actors and we'll go all out once we're given a role, that Ben and Billy get the advantage of. I know the job is boring in a lot of ways, and they can't really afford to pay us a lot, but I still think we (ok, -I-) are better than they give us credit for.
I woke up at 7:30 this morning. Why? I must go find coffee now.
