Prompt: What matters to you and why?
With a crooked blue broomstick in my sweating left hand, I was staring at the screen on the dark stage nervously. I exchanged glances with my fellow warriors, waiting for the signal. I saw the signal-
This was the beginning of our play, Much Ado about Nothing.
The only thing I remember about my first rehearsal is that when I walked onto the stage, feeling a strong impulse to act. From that moment, my life was connected with drama. Walking in the tiny forest in my school, I read the script again and again, imagining how I should utter each word. Every night before I fell asleep, I would rehearse in my mind, trying to find faults in my performance. Suddenly, my life became vibrant, exciting and-well, full of drama.
However, only after I became a director and co-producer did I realized what a drama really means: a giant project full of attractive challenges as well as trifling details. On one hand, I began to view the play from another perspective, caring for every subtlety of the whole play while plotting the framework of it. On the other hand, I have to work between our school's bureaucracy and our club, check about status of stage properties (i.e. changing broomsticks to swords), and plan for daily activities as well as communicate with our cast. During the hardest time, I often go to rehearsals without lunch to save time in case of possible delay in asking the official for various kinds of permissions and hall's key. In retrospect, the seemingly boring and sometimes painful process of preparation actually helped me became pragmatic. I learned to appreciate the beauty of ordinariness-the building block of marvelous projects. Somebody praises me a lot, but I am no more than an ordinary lover of drama. I just want to do it, and that's all it takes.
-We rushed onto the stage. Lights came on just on time. I raised my broomstick like a real hero. Yes, I'm ready.
Please be harsh. Any help will be appreciated! Thanks!
With a crooked blue broomstick in my sweating left hand, I was staring at the screen on the dark stage nervously. I exchanged glances with my fellow warriors, waiting for the signal. I saw the signal-
This was the beginning of our play, Much Ado about Nothing.
The only thing I remember about my first rehearsal is that when I walked onto the stage, feeling a strong impulse to act. From that moment, my life was connected with drama. Walking in the tiny forest in my school, I read the script again and again, imagining how I should utter each word. Every night before I fell asleep, I would rehearse in my mind, trying to find faults in my performance. Suddenly, my life became vibrant, exciting and-well, full of drama.
However, only after I became a director and co-producer did I realized what a drama really means: a giant project full of attractive challenges as well as trifling details. On one hand, I began to view the play from another perspective, caring for every subtlety of the whole play while plotting the framework of it. On the other hand, I have to work between our school's bureaucracy and our club, check about status of stage properties (i.e. changing broomsticks to swords), and plan for daily activities as well as communicate with our cast. During the hardest time, I often go to rehearsals without lunch to save time in case of possible delay in asking the official for various kinds of permissions and hall's key. In retrospect, the seemingly boring and sometimes painful process of preparation actually helped me became pragmatic. I learned to appreciate the beauty of ordinariness-the building block of marvelous projects. Somebody praises me a lot, but I am no more than an ordinary lover of drama. I just want to do it, and that's all it takes.
-We rushed onto the stage. Lights came on just on time. I raised my broomstick like a real hero. Yes, I'm ready.
Please be harsh. Any help will be appreciated! Thanks!