Last rehearsal was all games for us! We are using a set of games to create our story, to make our performance a polished improv. The first game was a pop-up factory game, where we experimented with different machines we could make as a group at a very quick pace. Improvisation can be difficult for people like me who like to think before they do something. This game was a step away from that, because there was no time to think. I was able to just jump in and do whatever was needed for each machine at the time.
The second game was probably one of my favorites of the day. We explored what is what like to be water, to become water with our bodies and movements. The ensemble was split into smaller groups at one point in the game, and it was so cool to see how each group came up with their own version of what water could be like. A still, deep pool; a bubbling, rapid stream; a peaceful, yet dynamic cove.
A sort of third game that was part of the second was us interacting as a wolf pack. We identified some of the key events of our story that would take place in that first wolf pack sequence. Each person took on their own characteristics as wolves, their role in the pack and how they would interact with others. We had wolves that were confrontational, wolves that were playful, and wolves that stayed back and observed the others. It will be exciting to see how these wolf characters take shape over the course of the rehearsal process, and how they change.
This coming rehearsal is set for more games that will help us form the rest of our story!
Last session we took quite a chunk of time condensing our story. It was tedious, but definitely worth the work. We now have a 6 part story that we will build up and branch off of. We are currently working on the beginning, with the machine of the factory. Each of us is a part of the machine with our own motions and sounds, working together to create something that has a negative impact on the environment around us. This will bad will turn into good, no worries, but like many tales ours begins with a problem that must be solved.
As I’ve been working on the machine for the last two rehearsals, I’m noticing that I’m still not quite completely comfortable with my motions. I’m going to need to experiment a little more with that.
Finally remembered to write this.
This character developed from walking while trying to make myself as small as possible. After wandering around campus all scrunched up for a while, I found myself feeling ready to burst. Being so small just made me want to be bigger than I’ve ever been.
Lydia was born.
Her mom left, her dad got sick. Someone had to take care of him, so at 17, she quit school and started work at the factory. She’s now 19 and just wants to achieve something with her life. She wants to be someone. Someone important. Someone people know. Someone people care about. The factory is so dull and confining. She’s ready to burst.
‘mornin and salutations! Wilbur Thormptrump here, friendliest guy in the factory and unofficial radio personality of the P.A. system. When I’m not givin’ the mornin’ news to brighten up the day I’m usually in the Recording Booth, giving a voice to The Bad Dream Machine.
The name’s Sam. Sam ain’t short for nothin. It’s just Sam. My name’s a man’s name! I know you heard that there was a 20 somethin’ year old in the town with the same name butI bet that girls real name is somethin’ like Samantha or Samoa or maybe SamIstoleurname BUT there can only be one! Anyway, I’ve lived in this here town probally longer than anyone has been alive. How old am I? As old as the spirit of the wild west. Don’t know what that means? Well, good that’ll keep ya outta my business! I live alone. Yep, I’m like the lone ranger. I’m a gunslaggin cowboy with plenty of showdown’s under my belt. Yes, I’ve seen my share of adventures but don’t think I’m washed out and retired cuz I’m just as bad now as I was back then… but no one’d ever know that. They don’t even know who I am or what I done for this town. Alway’s confusin me with other people. I’ve seen this town go from a quiet little place with natural beauty to a factory puffin city… Forget me will ya? Well I’ll remind them! I’ll be as loud as I can! I won’t back down from anybody. I’ll accept any challenge! They’ll see my fearlessness and then I’ll be the hero of the town again just like back then…I just have to remind them.
Exploring always gives me delight. As we waled around each other I could feel the energy of others surrounding me while staying in my own space/center. However, there were moments where my sense of breath and assertiveness changed my pace and walking pattern, which caused me to step into others space/center. I can’t deny that feeling the energy of others influences your energy flow, making it difficult to consistently stay in your own space/center.
After experimenting with walking patterns and humanistic characteristics, I discovered that my strongest created character was someone who carries their shoulders tense and held high and back arched. This particular character reflects qualities of my personal old habits. I recall holding a lot of tension in my shoulders, which caused me to be emotionally stressed and very negative. It’s amazing how our body’s physical structure influences our emotional state. In my past, the type of environment I grew up in was full of depression and negative energy. Someone was constantly criticizing you, and there was always tension between one or more groups of people. I felt weak and longed for tranquility and relaxation. Thank goodness I was introduced to “breathing,'” which has given me a path to relaxation and positive energy.
I feel the best name for a character who’s always stressed out in the workplace would be MARGARET. I don’t know why, bu it seems like the stereotypical name of a female figure who always has a lot of pressure on their shoulders.
Mother of four
has lost her sex appeal
Wants to get it back
Seeks approval from her mate
Longs for attention but none is found
has lived in Tennesse her entire life but wants more for herself
Grows weary of the life she lives
secretary of a gas company
Imagines fleeing to Mexico and living a forbidden life with a valent and charming Hispanic water boy named George
their eyes meet at the water fountain every day, both longing to say something but ALAS all each can offer is a warm smile and friendly hello.
Marma is lonely, and even though her life may seem bleek to some, she manages to deal with it just fine as she daydreams and imagines a better future for herself and her kids.
BUT what she doesn’t know is that John (her husband) has finally realized the error of his ways and is willing AND able to bring that spark back into their relationship AND change his life AND rekindle the love that they both long for… be the man his wife and family need him to be.
(Over the Factory Public Address system)
Hey there and salutations!
Wilbur Thormptrump here with another Work Day Good Day! Here’s the factory news from the Friendly Mouth of the South :
First off, Harold’s watch is still missin’. If anyone happens to see a plastic, pink colored My Little Pony watch layin’ around don’t go takin’ it home to your daughter. Be sure ta give it to Harold ; preferably without the snickrin’. Ya’ll know how sensitive he is with these things.
And in other time related news it seems Stan has lost his watch too and he’s none to happy. If’n we could find his pocket watch that’d be a great help ta gettin’ the place back ta normal. Now I know some ‘a ya like seein’ Stan flex his “guns,” but we can’t be lollygagin’ all day. Those shiny metal doohickies ain’t gonna make themselves. Least not yet, anyways.
Next, in a personal matter, my application for the Radio PWN “The Mornin’ Voice” has once again been rejected. Said they were lookin’ fer someone with a more friendly attitude. I know ya’ll will be comin’ up and given me condolences but it ain’t necessary. I still got my mornin’ routine here and the unique company of you fine rascals. So, no hard feelin’s, I’ll just try harder next year.
Let’s see, next is the… uh… can’t I… but it ain’t harmin’… alright, fine.
Well, boss lady’s tellin’ me ta get back to work, so that does it for the Work Day Good Day. I’m Wilbur Thormptrump and I’ll be see’in ya’ll on the floor.
Sam is a 25 year old woman who works on the line at the factory. It’s not her dream job, and she doesn’t know exactly what the shiny, metal things she makes are for, but she works hard. She goes into work with a chipper disposition, hoping to spread a little happiness to her often cranky co-workers. She sees it as good practice for what she really wants to do – to be a flight attendant. One of her greatest aspirations is to push the snack cart up and down the aisle of the plane in her ever so stylish suit and hand out food and drinks with enthusiasm! She also loves to travel and wants to visit every continent. She’s working on becoming fluent in French before applying – having a second language under her belt makes her more marketable. Once her French gets stronger, she will pursue her dream, but for now she’s at the factory and makes the best of it. Her coworkers often bring her down with their cantankerous moods, but she does her best to not let it get her down for too long.
Joe is a blue-collar worker at the factory. Since he secretly wanted to be a professional football player when he was younger, he longs to be known for something special. He has hairy arms, drinks a lot of beer, and hangs out at the bar all the time with the guys. They play cards and eat pizza. Joe is really burly and a mans man. His tastes are earthy and simple. Often, Joe underestimates himself. One night he came across a war documentary on the History Channel while searching for the game. Another time at the bookstore, while browsing the magazines, he found a poetry book. His dad was really tough and Italian. He and his brothers were made to be tough as well and his dad was often cold to them. Joe loved playing football with his dad when he was younger. His mom was also Italian. She was loud and wore too much lipstick. His parents are still alive and he goes to visit them for dinner sometimes. They try to hook him up with girls from church but he always gets embarrassed and doesn’t say much. He is a border with an old woman who he helps up the stairs. She really feels safe that a nice strong guy lives in her building and she makes him ravioli and tries to gossip with him.