I'm 14 hours late in posting, so I apologize, and I'll be on the ball next week.
This is Ryan here! -
This is me.
Sometimes you just gotta be Gorgeous.
Story of the Day - -------------------------
So - we're rehearsing in Moody Waterfront Park. (That may not be the correct name, but its close, and we're gona go with it for the purposes of this story.) Now usually, when we rehearse outside, we have a Giant, Enormous (we're talking, you could fit at least 300 watermelons in it) Tarp covering us. But we haven't figured out how to rig it up in this specific park yet.
So - Rain starts dribbling down right as we're getting done warming up and so we move under the bridge for cover. And I don't mean just any bridge. I mean, THE BRIDGE. THE MARQUAM BRIDGE.
See where the two meet? Right in the middle there? We moved right under that.
And this guy here^^^^^? If you walk just a bit north,
That's our view. THAT, gorgeous river, is the backdrop of our rehearsal space.
Back to the Story -
We were working the first scene last night - the Brawl Scene in Verona. All hell breaks loose in the town, the Prince comes in and says something like, "Listen Bros, Shit's gotten really, really real, and if it happens again - Who ever starts it is gonna die the hard death. Got it? Good. Now lets get some FREAKIN hamburgers and CHILL OUT".
Exciting stuff right?
The story of the day, isn't about what the scene is about though - its about how we, as a group, in our second rehearsal, on the bank of the Willamette River, under the Marquam Bridge, began to work as a group, and found ourselves a little glowing light of hope, trust, and drive.
Romeo isn't in this first scene for more than a moment, so I got to sit back and watch Will direct our sensational cast for most of the night.
It happened slowly, then quickly, then steadily. Over the course of 2 hours, the scene went from your pale, grandmother's, bedtime story of Romeo and Juliet - To Julius Ceasar's, in the COLOSSEUM WITH BEARS and RAPTORS, Romeo and Juliet.
Capulets and Montagues shouting, fighting, unbending. The bridge traffic roaring like the Colorado River over head. The steady wind of the approaching storm pulling on jackets and leaves alike. The buzz of the lanterns removing any chance of dead, calm silence. This - is the scene where the brawl breaks out. These are the circumstances that we actors were given last night. To use, to cherish, to hate, to love - all at the same time. And out of it - came the beautiful beginnings - of the Brawl in Verona.
Now there wont be the Giant, roaring bridge overhead when we perform - but heaven knows we will have been influenced by it - by the rain - by the lanterns - by the river. We'd have ended with a different scene last night, had we rehearsed anywhere else.
This is what doing a show with Oregon Adventure Theatre is.
OAT’s mission, is to do good work which strengthens relationships between people and the environment.
Feels like, at least for last night - We nailed it.
Word on the street is It's supposed to Thunderstorm tonight?
Bring it on pals. Bring it on.
Signing off -
Ryan Ryan The Myan, Bananafana Fo Fyin, Me My Mo Myan - - RYAN