Play practice was today. Nothing extraordinarily special...except that the play is tommorow.
So, we decided to go over a few "trouble" scenes (as in, scenes that needed work) so we'd supposedly feel more confident about the play. One of the scenes we went over was a scene where two kids got into a fight.
Now, don't get me wrong, these two kids did an excellent job with this coreographed fight scene. There were a few "kinks" that needed to be worked out, so the director gave suggestions.
Her biggest suggestion: "How about, after Jordan here gets up from the ground, you both grab each other by the shirts. Okay? Let's try that."
This seems like a small detail, right? Well, it turns out we can make the smallest thing a big mess.
They redo the scene with the director's suggestion. This goes well. But the director isn't happy enough.
"You know," she says, "Let's make that grab longer. Struggle with it. And have some fun."
And did they have fun. They redo the scene again. A few fake punches are swung, Jordan is thrown to the ground (which looks very real, almost painful to watch, might I add), and he gets up. They grab each other, once again, and each begin to stare into the eyes of the other. For about five seconds.
They stare. And stare...with blank expressions on their face.
Now, to someone watching, this looked like a scene from a bad, bad soap opera. You'd expect it to end with the two of them either hugging, or doing something worse. This caused everyone watching to burst out laughing (many of us on the verge of tears). The director made a point to revert the scene to its original self.
Tommorow, on the night of the play, they're sure to both at least smirk at each other at this point. If not giggle.