*Written on 3/25/2012
I LOVE watching plays, musicals, operas, shows, or anything falls along the category: people wearing costume, standing on a decorated stage surrounded by props.
My hobby in attending plays just occurred in my college years; however, my obsession with theaters traced from a decade of history. Back when I was still living in HSIP, there was a theater in the recreational center behind my mom’s office. It was a movie theater at first, but then it became used only for special occasions and celebrations. After the movie company left, the stage was not under any strict policy or management by any personal. The theater doors were always opened at the time. Of course as yall know, I was the most adventurous kid who took many other kids into the empty, cold theater, playing behind the curtains, jumping up and down the stage, scavenging for some “trophy” (aka trash,) screaming to hear our own echoes, staring at giant sandbags/weights hanging off the ceiling, exploring rooms, and-the most entertaining part- turning off the light switch to scare the crap out of one another. We kids only learned to stop when the guard came in and shut the party down.
My experience with stage play is at very minimum. Never had I ever taken a drama class at school. The closet involvement I had with stage was through choir. Of course, I admit that I love to show off at my Creative Writing Club’s Open Mic Night event or at a piano performance, but I have never acted. As you can see, I’m here to share with you my experience as an audience.
Alright, now let me focus on the event that happened on Thursday.
My friend Elisabeth invited me to attend the play with her and her mother, in addition to support her brothers who were former actors in the play. The play was at Warrenton, a bit drive, but it was totally worth it. (I just only wished that I had driven less chaotically.
The play was called: Annie.
I’m sure this is not unfamiliar to you guys. I even heard of this back when I was still in Taiwan. The song Tomorrow started echoing in my head back when I was in the choir of the bilingual department in NEHS. I couldn’t even speak well enough English to understand the song, and all I remembered was-”Tomorrow x 1000000000.”
The performers of this play not only knew how to act, but sing. Despite their age, their performance was absolutely remarkable. Their 40s outfits brought some classical beauty. Simple brown, whether if it was on their heavy coat, laced blouse, or heeled shoes, brought me and the audiences the sensation back in time. Girls had braids or ribbon in their hair. Guys have hats on, walking in dress shoes with just a slight fainting glow. The average age of these performers were just about two thirds of my age. Their role play could be a triple of my age; nevertheless, they managed to pull it through. They have talents, and I can see those talents in each step they walked. I love to see talents in any matter. The ability of human beings has yet ceased to amaze me.