The End of Neutral Mask

The final day of our neutral mask workshop. Really?

We are Greek chorus. A chorus of orange and a chorus of fire.

I am the chorus leader. I take of my mask and begin to speak a text.

“MORE” Professeur screams.

I try and give more.

“HE IS NOT GIVING ENOUGH” He says again.

I retry.

“SHUT UP AN PUT ON YOUR MASK. WE DON’T WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU ANYMORE TODAY. YOU ARE TOO SMALL.”

Oh I was pissed off. Completely. What the fuck am I supposed to do, scream like Laurence Olivier as he hammed his way through Othello? Damn you Monsieur le Professeur. Ok so I didn’t say that in class. Which he probably would have preferred to me putting me back on my mask- which of course I did. But this guy doesn’t give much of a shit for obedience. I missed an opportunity to resist, to earn my right to stay on the stage. Shit!

I was being to natural he told me. Of course I was. I was connected to what I was saying, I was working simply, and god knows I was fucking boring to boot.

Well I don’t feel about writing about the rest of the workshop because other people did really good work and it pissed me off. Cheers.