Hello everyone, and thank you all for nominating me as your thespian of the month. My name, as if you didn't know, is Amy, but to all you newbies out there I am referred to as Pro. I don't really remember why the name stuck, but I do know that it's a lot easier than pronouncing my ever-so-Italian last name. This is my fourth year at BHS and I am very pleased to be your Thespian president. .
When I think back about my freshman year I don't think I would have changed a thing. I was the only freshman to make it into Ms. B's last directed play entitled, "Noises Off." I remember how scared I was to audition, and how I really didn't know anyone there. I was a lonely freshman girl who was auditioning in front of everyone trying to act as if I was walking through a bowl full of Jello. Imagine the insanity! My Mom says that you are your worst critic, and back then I was so embarrassed of my unusually low voice. I distinctly remember Ms. Breininger asking me if I had a cold during auditions, and I thought to myself, "oh no! She's found my weakness! My voice has cost me this audition!" That crazy little thought led me to blurt out, "yes!" and I uttered a fake, sympathetic coughing noise just so maybe she"d believe that my throat actually was sore. I"m sure Ms. B was no fool, but I ended up getting the part of Poppy Norton-Taylor - a girl who got pregnant from her boss who wanted nothing to do with the child. On opening night I knew after watching the audience from the stage view, rather than vise-versa, that acting was my passion. Just to see the looks on their faces and to know that they"re here to watch you transform into this character, made all other problems just vanish. As I look back now, I noticed a sort of pattern in my characters in all the different plays I've been in. They all seem to be.well.how should I say? "Into" men a LOT more than others are. In The Dining Room I played many characters, including a flirtacious girl who uses inuindo's to seduce her repair man, as well as a woman who's sleeping around with another man, and get's caught up by her son who unexpectedly returns home.
It is uncertain whether Thespis was a playwright, an actor or a priest, yet it is his name with which the dramatic arts are associated in our word "Thespian". ... The masks of tragedy were an ordinary, face-fitting size, with wigs attach and open mouths to allow clear speech. ...
