Thanksgiving came and went pretty fast this year. Couer D’ Alene, Idaho only had 4 Larsen family members this year.It was still pretty fun. We had: Mash Potatoes, Corn, Turkey, Gravy, Noodles, Stuffing, and other things. The next day we went to the annual holiday light show. The show was incredible best fireworks possible. If any of you have attended this event than you know how amazing it is, this year was fifty times that. State drama is today…….starting at 1:30 p.m. I have the day off from school and am taking it. I perform 2 times for each event today…and once tomorrow morning for each. Then they tally all the scores and post for semi-finals. If I make it to semi-finals then I perform again for 3 judges at one time. They then tally again for Finals. I would then perform again. Then another tally. Then the awards on Saturday night. I had a really fun State Drama Dinner last night at our acting coaches house. The whole state of Idaho competes, so I will be seeing and competing against kids from the Boise area. Those kids have large schools and great theatre programs and often win state…….alot. I will keep you posted tonight and tomorrow on State Drama…my next play will be Our Town.
Wow! It has been a long time since I have updated. I have had a lot of “Drama” in my life. Literally! High School Musical was a pretty fun show. It was a ton of work and really challenging. The dancing was intense, basically the moves from the movie. I will put up a video. Although I am more concerned about District Drama. This year I competed in Solo Audition and Original Acting-Serious. Here are the basics of each.
Time Limit: -5 Minutes-
1. The contestant acts the part of a character in each of two contrasting pieces. Choices may include serious vs. humorous; modern vs. classical; contrasting characters, etc.
2. Scenes or cuttings must be from a published source. Recordings or videos shall not be the primary source.
Time Limit-12 Minutes-
1. Original Acting selections must be written by a student or students, although not necessarily by the students who are performing them.
2. The Students may act the part of one or more characters.
3. Ad-Libbing and/or improvisation are not permitted.
For Solo Audition I performed a cutting from: The Cripple of Inishman and Cyrano De Bergerac. Here are the cuttings:
By Martin McDonagh
By Edmond Rostand
Introduction: Billy The Cripple tries to find his place in the world, despite his physical deformity. While Cyrano disciplines a man who makes a rude comment about his oversized nose, on the proper way to point out a persons defects. I am ____and this is The Cripple of Inishman and Cyrano de Bergerac.
I never thought at all this day would come when I’d have to explain. I’d hoped I’d disappear forever to America. And I would’ve too, if they’d wanted me there. If they’d wanted me for the filming. But they didn’t want me. A Blond lad from Fort Lauderdale they hired instead of me. He wasn’t crippled at all, but the Yank said ’Ah, Better to get a normal fella who can act crippled then a crippled fella who can’t fecking act at all.’ Except he said it ruder. (Pause) I thought I’d done alright for meself with me acting. Hours I practiced in me hotel there. And all for nothing. (pause) I gave it a go anyways. I had to give it a go. I had to get away from this place, be any means, just like me mammy and daddy had to get away from this place. (Pause) Going drowning meself I’d often think of when I was here, just to…just to end the laughing at me, and the sniping at me, and the life of nothing but shuffling to the doctor’s and shuffling back from the doctor’s and pawing over the same oul books and finding any other way to piss another day away. Another day of sniggering, or the patting me on the head like a broken-brained fool. The Village orphan. The Village cripple, and nothing more. Well, there are plenty round here just as crippled as me, only it isn’t on the outside it shows.
I’m afraid your speech was a little short young man. You could have said…oh, all sorts of things, varying your tone to fit your words. Let me give you a few examples.
In an aggressive tone. “If I had a nose like that, I’d have it amputated!”
Friendly. “The end of it must get wet when you drink form a cup. Why don’t you use a tankard?”
Descriptive. “It’s a rock, a peak, a cape! No, more than a cape: a peninsula!”
Curious. “What do you use that long container for? Do you keep your pens and scissors in it?”
Gracious. “What a kind man you are! You love birds so much that you’ve given them a perch to roost on.”
Dramatic. “When it bleeds, it must be like the Red Sea!”
Naïve. “Is that monument open to the public?”
Respectful. “One look at your face, sire, is enough to tell me that you are indeed a man of substance.”
Military. “The enemy is charging! Aim your cannon!”
Practical. “ A nose like that has one advantage: it keeps your feet dry in the rain”…
There, now you have an inkling of what you might have said to me if you were witty and a man of letters. Unfortunately, you are witless, and a man of very few letters. And the only letters that you do contain, are the four letters that make up the word, “Fool!”
By Bryant Larsen
Cast of Characters:
Journalist: Caleb Duke
Lucy Miser: Kellie Washko
Jonathan Miser: Bryant Larsen
In times of war, heroes are made. Heroes who fight for: Freedom, Liberty, Family, Love, and Honor. Heroes who also left home, left their families, to go into the unknown. They left with only one connection to their loved ones, a connection through pen and paper. We are _______ and this is War Letters!
The role of Journalist is to observe and tell a story. A story that truly happened. A story that said Journalist witnessed. My name Martin Larsen, and am a Journalist. I have a story to tell, a story that represents the love and honor that all soldiers carry with them. The story of Jonathan and Lucy Miser, I am able to tell this story through what I have witnessed, and from the letters that were exchanged between them.
War is not a pleasant place, not pleasant at all. I have seen things that would make the hair on your neck stand straight up. I have seen some of the most cruel crimes in human history…and my job is to make a story of it. I go into these places with these soldiers, completely unarmed except for the pistol in my pocket. The soldiers don’t mind, they seem to like the attention. Yesterday morning, a group of six marines were hunkered down in a fox hole. Germans were coming fast. We had been split from the rest of the platoon, I was terrified. I felt like I was going to die. So I knelt down and began to pray. The soldiers continued fighting, trying to keep the Germans off long enough for the platoon to get us. One of the soldiers, Jonathan Miser, was shot. He fell to the ground next to me. He was bleeding from his chest. I quickly tried to cover the wound, but he shoved me off. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close and whispered in my ear, he asked if I could write a letter for him. I quickly rummaged through my pack and found my pen and pad. I sat close to Jonathan and he began to talk…the letter was for his wife, Lucy. This letter I was about to write, were this soldiers last words.
(Jonathan Miser and Lucy Miser are center. His head is hung low, as Lucy stands in front of him)
Jonathan and Lucy exchanged numerous letters in the time that he was gone. Jonathan’s letters were always short, and full of love.
My Dearest Darling,
I like to sit up these nights and watch the white clouds and dark shadows move in the night. That’s when I miss you the most darling. On the nights that I sit up alone I can feel you very close to me. Sometimes I sit and talk and sometimes I pretend we are just sitting there with our arms about each other. Best I don’t dwell on the subject just now cause I miss you so much right now it seems as though my heart is going to burst.-Pvt Jonathan Miser. To his wife , Lucy Miser.