Last night I had my first quasi rehearsal for the College Night Purple Pit chorus. Only it wasn't really a rehearsal, more like a fill out paperwork/get to know each other meeting in which we all proceeded to sing 'Singing in the Rain' at the end, only with PV symbols instead of thumbs up, because let's face it, we're not Golds.
But one thing I found quite interesting was one game we played to get to know each other. One thing I should mention first is that I knew no one in the room. I mean, I may have seem them around school and or something but I don't know them. So I basically in a room of strangers, and so I thought the whole game of getting to know each other was good, particulary when everyone else seems to know everyone else. I was the only stranger in the room, I felt unknown, which is not a feeling I particulary want to feel when I'm going to be working with these people on a show for the next month. In my experience I found that being the quiet one with no friends in group things like a theatre production is not a great feeling. Not that I expect to get suddenly chummy with the people in the group, but you know, knowing my name would be something nice.
But, alas, to the game, basically we had this purple string and Alex (leader of all things voice and purple) said an interesting fact about himself and held to the end of the string and tossed it to someone else. The concept was that you say something interesting about yourself and then toss the ball of string to someone else, while holding unto the string yourself. In the end it all becomes some sort of big tangled mess, a web weaving between all of us, and connecting us all at the same time. Things like that, right in the feels. And it worked, we were tangled, all covered in purple string and knowing new facts about each other. I was flustered when it came to me, not expecting it, so I said the first thing that popped in my mind, that I spent last summer in Washington. Which wasn't really interesting at all, considering some people delivered facts like they had once swam with manitees or they were an active bee keeper. It made me realize that my life isn't really that interesting or complex at all, I'm just a girl who likes to read and write. And I really have no problem with that, I like that simplicity in life. I hope for more one day, but essentially when you dig down deep into to me I will just be that, a girl starving for fiction, reading and writing running all amuck.
But really what I'm trying to say is something else, and maybe I can do it without starting every paragraph with the word 'But.' There's a point, and it is that as cheesy as it sounds we really all are connected, by some invisible string. It's quite tangled and sometimes can stop us and hold us back or send us foward to new places, catching us sometimes when we fall. But regardless of all, it's there. Human beings are entirely too different from one another to be understood. It's a fact I accept and regret because I want so badly to be really understood and yet it is not a possibility. I'm not one, however, to lose hopes of non possibilities. They stay there. But there is a string, some connecting agency to me and the rest of the world, I have to know that, not just hope it. Maybe it's a good thing or a bad thing, it's not something I could clearly know. Someone told me the other day that we're not born a person, and really we're not. When we're babies we perhaps all for some infinitly yet miniscule moments, we understand each other fully and completly. But from the second our life differs from one another, we become another person. Maybe therein lies the mystery of the string, in that moment it was made, and yet no matter how different things become it can't be broken.
As for rehearsal we lifted string above our heads and piled in one big sprawling purple mess on the front desk. It was us, what small connections we had made last night. Our strings.
Fin.
-Keshia
Currently Reading The Little White Bird by J.M. Barrie
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