The wind

February12

This is an idea I had in class of staging a performance. If I had the time and ability to do this performance it would be really amasing to stage.

 The wind

 The lights are off on stage. It is pitch black. There is a quiet sound of wind, that starts to blow across the stage and audience. Fan’s in and around the audience start to blow. A cold breeze is swept over the whole room. A projection slowly appears at the back of the stage. Tall dark shadows are seen, they become clearer, to form the shape of tree’s with long arms. Then the image becomes absurd and the wind gets louder. The tree’s start to look like people swaying in a crowd. They look sad and alone, even though they are in crowd. The people look ill and beaten. Walking and swaying in the wind. The sound off the wind gets painfully loud and the cold breeze painfully cold. So the audience feels like on off the tall shows cold and alone.

Slowly dancers move on to the stage. There limbs long and stretched as they move. They have black ribbons attached to there fingers. Black masks on there faces. The ribbons blow in the wind. Gymnastics are used to show the tall, abstract trees/people. The dancers move into the audience. The wind becomes a sort of musical and the dancers move to it. People in big warm dark coats come out of the audience and start to move with the dancers. Though unlike the dancers, that move around the audience like they are but an obstacle. The people in the warm coat move slowly through the audience and make eye contact with each member for a split second. This is all that is needed to make them feel uneasy.

The wind starts to make a screeching sound. The people in warm coats stop and stare at the nearest audience member. The sound is painful the the audience and dancers. The dancers/gymnasts start to move back on stage, they move as if they are in pain with the noise, and slowly move off stage. The people in the warm coats still standing staring all this time. All of a sudden the noise and wind stop, to a complete silence. Nothing happens for about three minutes. Then a small light is seen coming from behind the projection. The people in the warm coat move to sit back in the audience. The light gets brighter and brighter. Till it is oblivious that it is become day light. The room becomes warmer the light becomes warmer. Till the projection becomes a beautiful thing to look at. The audience now has a warm glowing feeling. The projection turns of slowly. That is the end.

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Poem about me

January30

This song is what infulenced me to write this poem for class. This is an amazing song and the words mean a lot too me. I changed the words to suit my life and read it as a poem.

Hi I’m Jessica
If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That’ll be alright
If I don’t make it to be a teacher
If I never win lots of money
I’m gonna be just fine
‘Cause I know exactly who I am

I am Pauline-Anne’s granddaughter
The spitting image of my mother
And when the day is done
My uncle Adam is still my biggest fan
Sometimes I’m clueless and I’m clumsy
But I’ve got a sister, willow who loves me
And she knows I will always be there
she is a part of me
And that’s who I am

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I’ll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin’
I will be just fine
‘Cause nothin’ changes who I am

I am Samantha Gordon’s daughter
The spitting image of my Auntie Jodi
And when the day is done
My father’s still my biggest fan
Sometimes I’m silly and I’m crazy
But I’ve got a brother, Ethan who loves me
And he knows I will always be there
he is a part of me
And that’s who I am

I’m a saint and I’m a sinner
I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m am steady and unstable
I am young but I’m able

I am Grandad Gerorges granddaughter
The spitting image of my Nanan
And when the day is done
Grandad David’s still my biggest fan
Sometimes I’m sad and I’m un-happy
But I’ve got a son, Logan who love’s me
And he knows I will always be there
He is a part of me
He is also who I am

I am John Cox’s daughter
The spitting image of my uncle Thommas
And when the day is done
Julie Andrews is still my biggest fan
Sometimes I’m scared and I am worried
But I’ve got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
All of these people are a part of me.
And that’s what makes me who I am.

I think maybe I would like to use the song, but with me singing my words in the video in different parts. Or even just speaking the words in certain part. Think would give a really nice effect and shows who I am.

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