Today's birthday party show felt weird. Maybe it was because we hadn't done 'Sleeping Beauty' in 4 months, maybe it was because there was this hugely uncomfortable wig pinned tightly to my head, I don't know. The act3 office still looks the same, with the sound systems everywhere, the same watertank that goes 'blub blub' everytime someone takes a drink, the same coloured masks stuck on the walls of the rehearsal room; even the slightly musty smell of the costumes storage place was the same. There is comfort in familiarity, I suppose. And the last rehearsal, our director was still saying the same things about "preserving the moment", "playing real", then ending off with "like that lor". Which sounded funny considering he's not chinese, but it was cute.
In short, it just felt good to be back, never mind the bumpy rides in the company van, never mind the fact that the tape recorder screwed up during the actual performance and the tape jammed so the evil fairy had to sing her song without accompaniment, never mind that it was raining (as it always does when we do birthday parties at someone's house), never mind that it's the last show I'm doing before school starts. It was fun, just being with the same people again, looking at the kids run around and scream their heads off.
Our voices get swallowed up into our bodies as we grow. We talk softer, talk less about the things that matter, and more of the accomodating small talk in our effort to be less anti-social; which lacks the innocent brutality and directly simplicity of kids' talk, which says, in effect, nothing at all.
Like this, for example.
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