One
of the things Miss Caffarelli thought would be fun the year I was in
10th grade English was to film a reading of Act III from
The Merchant of Venice! There aren't that many speaking parts
in Act III, and I think there were only 1 or 2 parts for females. I
doubt that any of us wanted to volunteer for any of these roles, but
it would have looked like bad attitude if we did not offer to
participate, so almost all of us submitted our names for
consideration of the roles.
At
the beginning of the film for Act III, someone was going to narrate a
summary of Act I followed by a second individual narrating a summary
of Act II. Upon completion of the reading for Act III, there would be
a summary of Act IV and then a wrap up with Act V. Needless to say,
extra females in the class got assigned the summaries. I was Act II.
We
went to the audio-visual room to practice and film. There was a small
stage with a microphone on a stand. The cameras were in the back, and
adults who were employed by the school were actually in charge of the
AV department, and they had a few students who learned the craft and
helped out – how these students managed to be lucky enough to get
excused from classes for part of the day to go to AV and acquire this
expertise was something I wondered about - I felt like I had missed
or been purposely excluded from such an opportunity myself!
Anyway,
I kept getting yelled at for having such a mousy voice. “Speak
up!” was barked at me from the back of the room constantly. And
then, when the final filming was about to take place – the rest of
the class got a lecture from the AV crew about extraneous noises
– do not be making noises, not even a cough or a sneeze, while the
cameras were running because, “the mike picks up every little
sound!” then the guy and I made eye contact and he quickly followed
up with “except for pipsqueak voices!” If laser looks could
kill.....
So
the girl doing the Act I summation started talking. Cameras were
rolling and the mike was picking up everything. My mouth went dry! I
desperately wanted to clear my throat. But the mike would hear it and that would make Act I less than perfect. There weren't going to be any
cuts or retakes – this was the one and only real take. So I did not
clear my throat and the situation became serious.
The Act II summary began – I
started to read. I spoke up as best I could. And then I had to do it
– in the middle of the summary, I stopped and cleared my throat,
and then finished my reading.
The
film was shown to parents at Open House. Ew.
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