Kent promised to meet up with me for lunch but after almost an hour or so waiting alone - I realised I was (instinctively) drawn to all my theatrical skills that I learned back in Uni when I'm alone, observing.
1. Describing live characters in detail (usually the ones that attract me the most)
2. Listening attentively to conversations around me
3. Basically then create my own drama from all that I've picked up
The epitome of theatre, is conflict. Our lives are nothing but a series of jumbled up events that comprises of interpersonal and intrapersonal conflicts. Plots are never derived from contentment. Never.
"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name.Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my loveAnd I'll no longer be a Capulet." William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet.
Theatres' background and environment descriptions will not be spoonfed at it's entirety. It leaves most to dialogues - hence the hour long monologues and dialogues that you see on stage. Spectators that can never stand too much dialogues will well, find theatre boring. On the other hand, when one likes the build up of the conflicts you are will most certainly be glued to it. Conflicts happen because of the secondary point in theatre, - clashes of characters.
Here's what I've come up with from the half an hour observation session. See whether you could picture what kind of character I'm describing, and comment if you think you know ;
*huff, puff - huff, puff*
"I don't understand this girl. Her eyes grope me like she knows me, met me before. Like she understands me, like she knows me.
That smile. An acknowledgement? These grains are falsely attracting my eyes, making circles, making shapes. While I sit here being stared at for no reason. Dear God, let me change seats. The stand fan's barely blowing any air, crumpety sounds. Old pictures make stories. I make stories. Ceramic cups.
I could still feel her. My gold chains are clucking against the table. Like a sing song warning. Shines. Sun rays hit my gold chains like. *huff-puff, huff-puff** Almost like a pride show of masculinity. Okay, twenty's over.
Maybe I should show them to her. She seems a bit tired. She could use abit of entertainment.
That all aside, I've bought my tickets for Medea next Friday, October 15. My first play since I first move to KL. I think besides all the gifts that I've given to my family this would be my best investment (for myself too) so far :)
Love & peace,
Jacqueline Rowena @ Jacqkie.