Head Above Water

Head Above Water

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So I've been in this awful creative funk lately where I haven't been able to make up anything. I needed to harness something I already knew and some emotions I've already felt to inspire a new personal creative growth. As an actor, I found this within my craft. I was in a one-act play in my senior year of high school called "At The Bottom of Lake Missoula" by Ed Monk. I had the privilege of playing Pam Roebucker, the lead. This role was certainly a journey for me, as I had to pull from very deeply-rooted fears and feelings within myself in order to give an authentic performance that did the script justice. During the rehearsal process, I found myself keeping a character journal where I would record entries and moments in Pam's perspective that occurred outside of the confines of the written story, of my own invention and inference. In the last few weeks of my high school experience, I realize that this role had so much more creative potential, and I firmly believe that Pam, at least my iteration of her, has more to her story than what Monk has written. So I'm going to use this as a space to record some character journal material I wrote during my time playing the part, and getting my writing juices flowing again by using Pam as a canvas to create a little more. I will go ahead and link a free version of the "At The Bottom of Lake Missoula" script, so if you're reading this and you aren't a member of my high school's drama club, you'll have some context. Also, if your theatre needs a short one-act dramatic play for teens/young adults, I highly recommend this one. https://www.playscripts.com/play/1143 (Also, Ed Monk, if you're reading this, please don't sue me.)
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(Fem. reader) My name's Y/n, and before my life changed drastically in some good and bad ways, I was a normal person. I was just a normal girl who went to high school, and I also had trouble making friends, which is why I was dubbed "The Loner" in school. The title, I didn't mind as much, but I did start to mind once I started getting bullied for it. Fights would always be the results of it, and somehow, I'd always get in more trouble. Why? Cause this certain group of bullies liked to bully other people, and I tried to defend the victims, but I'd always be the one that ended up suspended. When I got home after days like that, my sister, the one I live with, she didn't pay me any mind, even if she didn't have work that day. She'd always be talking or playing games with her friends on days she didn't have work, and never spent time with me, which made me all the more lonely. My only comfort was watching the Lego Monkie Kid, my comfort show. It was the only thing that got me to smile, laugh, and cry when I felt lonely. All I want is just to be loved. Love is all I want. One day, another boring and lonely day at school, the bell had rung, signaling the end of the day. I got excited for it because I was finally gonna watch LMK season 5, but I saw a group of bullies messing with an innocent person, so I stepped in to help the person, but in the process, I was pushed down the stairs, causing my neck to snap, and I died. I thought I was dead dead, but I woke up as a baby, not just any baby, a baby monkey demon, and you wanna know who my dad was? Sun Wukong the Monkey King from LMK. I didn't know what to feel, but all I knew was that I got reincarnated a little ways before the Brotherhood attacked the Celestial Realm. Just like some reincarnation stories, I wasn't able to stop it, but as time went on, I went on this LMK journey, becoming friends with MK and the others, I think I even gained a crush. But what I've been wanting in my past life and this life was love.

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