#theaterror

1: Ticket Taker from The Freak Circus

2: Mr Compress from My Hero Academia

3: Narrator from Tower Defense Simulator

4: Artful from Die of Death

5: Maskomedy and Theaterror from Doodle world

doodling doodle world dodles 29: dramask line

did you know maskomedy is the 69th doodle-

I went to an all-girls school. Our brother school, an all-boys school, did productions and allowed us to audition when they needed girls, but there was a secondary girls school that always snatched the good parts. I auditioned anyway, and was chosen to be the doctor in Act 2 that tells the boys that Johnny is dying. My lines were few and my part was simple, it was something like “His condition…well, he isn’t progressing. We fear that he…he’s…dying, sir.” (it’s been literally over five years, I don’t remember the exact lines) and then I kind of look between the kids and walk away to give them time alone.

The thing was, there was a lot of … bias at this school, and while I wore scrubs, the other two nurses that flanked me were in Halloween costume nurse outfits, with heels and everything. It looked ridiculous, but this was a huge school of thirsty Catholic boys with an equally thirsty student director, so I wasn’t surprised.

Unfortunately, every time the nurses walked onto stage, there was a lot of gross noise from the audience to cat-call and whistle. This, combined with their clunking heels on the hollow portable stage, made for an awful racket when we were crossing from one end to the other (as we had to do twice total). I couldn’t start talking till they stood still in place. One night, however, one of the girls’ gel insoles was slipping out, and she was actually daring to fix it ON STAGE. She kept lifting her foot, adjusting the insole, setting it back down, over and over. I had to keep restarting my lines and finding new ways to say Johnny was dead so that the audience- and the actor two feet in front of me- could hear.

“He’s dying, sir…” turned into “His condition is fatal,” to “He’s…dying, he’s in the PROCESS OF DYING,” to “HE IS NOT WELL,” and then when I realized this just wasn’t working, I turned around and grabbed Johnny’s hand, lifted it up, and pressed it into (I think it was) Dallas’ hand. 

“HE’S /DEAD/, SIR."