Day () it was all yellow (and a lot of pink too) & metaphors.
Today I felt a lot lighter going to school with out my bag, again. I wish it was always that easy. Just taking a few necessary items. Brace yourself for another bad metaphor, but I feel like I can apply to this to life. I feel like Iโm carrying around a lot of things that just hold me back from doing what I need to do and if I could just empty out my bag and just keep what I needed then life would be a lot easier. I donโt know of that makes sense but, hey, at least I was trying to be creative, right?
So today after Drama we all headed off for our 2nd Drama excursion in two days (yeah I will admit, drama does have its rare, occasional perks). When we got to the city (made the express train, express trains make me smile for some stupid reason. I think itโs because I just love how fast we get got my favourite place) we had a Pre-Show discussion with, I think she may have been the producer, but Iโm not sure so Iโm going to just call her Important Theatre Person. The insight into the okay was really helpful and cued us to what to look out for in the play. We were also given time to analyse and sketch the set which was a bonus.
oh side note , the bathrooms at the theatre were insanely pink, and smelled like freaking roses or something, seriously, and it was almost overwhelming. Rosy glass doors, marble pink basins, fancy soap dispensers, tiled pink shiny walls. It scared me a little. I donโt think Iโm much of a girly girl. I think it scared the femininity out of me. I wanted to take a photo but I thought that would be super duper seedy and a bit suss, plus there were at least 25 women waiting to pee.
We then headed for lunch at Southgate. I lost everyone but eventually found Ruby and we both got Sushi, the lady handed me the wrong one but she was very nice and sweet and very busy do I didnโt say anything. It still was decent.
We met a group of the drama girls and the table was a little awkwardly crowded and I was getting a little anxious so I went off for a walk with Bridey and got some chips. I grabbed some of those cool little artsy postcards aswell and looked at them on the train home
Bridey made the wonderful suggestion of going upstairs outside. It was such a lovely day and so nice to eat by the river. I just felt really okay with life eating, chatting laughing etc. "I think it's just really hard to be sad on a day like this" I said. Somewhere in the midst of talking about a boy Bella, Eliza and Rochelle came over ( I figured we must have all been meeting up soon) and Bella said " ohh who are we taking about ? The boy we were discussing yesterday?" we weren't, but it did jog my memory and made me laugh. I knew it must have been a nice day, whether wise because there was abundance of photographers we went. More than usual I think. Almost like paparazzi. So we all walked back down to the theatre and watched the performance. We were the last school there and so we were up the back , but that was okay because I think we got a better view of the theatre space. The performance was very funny , but quite crude and graphic. I felt awkward laughing at some parts, as did the teachers I think. It was a little full on. After the performance though we had a q&a sesh with the cast, tech team and set designer. They were really cool and I think I'm a bit in love with the man who played the Producer. I know this because I spent an hour internet staking videos and his IMDB profile. One thing that I do remember, that I didn't even write down in my notes was the acrtress' discussion of a character development technique. She encouraged games like Hotseat and said "they're good because they make you think, and even if say that question is about the characters favourite colour and you say yellow, you might think oh that's wrong, but that's okay,because you're still thinking about why your character thinks it's wrong" I don't know if I'm explaining that right but it was a good metaphor. I like metaphors. I always have. Ever since year 4 English. I know they're mainly cheesy and they remind me of simple algebra. So we made our way back to the station and even I noticed that I was really quiet. Again, I felt like I was walking with a group but still so alone... So I just looked up and around at the buildings and the sky and tried to think of something that might spark a poem or thought at least. I thought I had good metaphor but it overused the word 'big' and I think the city deserves a nicer, more creative adjective. On the train I thought I should discuss the plays with the other girls so I tried but they all seemed to disagree with my points and I felt really stupid so I kept quiet for the Reston the trip and read the Mx (one of the you know you're .... Things made me laugh and I think they all looked over at me, there was a -i so I felt a bit self conscious so I wrote a few more notes, but no poems, thought about the blurred balance of the trains when they go past one another, looked at the postcards and tried to smile. They all got off the train but a few of us stayed on. Amy, Bridey and I all got off the same stop and I was with Amy until Dad was there to pick me up. When I got straight home I went for a walk with Lauren. I walked up the track and Yellow came on Shuffle. The sky was looking very yellow actually. I ran up the hill and jumped over the railing (awkwardly climbed in my school uniform) i just looked around and enjoyed the song and wish I had my notebook with me. A certain part of the song pushed me along and I remembered I should probably go meet Lauren. I was thinking that a little bit of Summer had come back to us all today and that made me happy. It's not so bad, even when you think it's gone for good and left you out in the cold. I was so 'in the moment' that I didn't hear Lauren yelling from the oval (okay my headphones were on a little loud) so she rang me and said "you walked straight past me" and I ran back, turned around and yelled out a bit of the song and as it finished I gave her a hug and even though it had only been a few days it felt like I hadn't seen her in ages. So I filled her in and we trawled the long, thick grass and laughed and it was lovely. I walked back home listening to 1996 by The Wombats and a stupid Taylor Swift song I thought I'd deleted. I know tomorrow is going to be a big day for catching up on work and so will the weekend, so I'm going to bed now (maybe, maybe I'll read, or just write ) Please don't say you were waiting for me when you were really just waiting for the train ~ Love Always, Rebecca.
