All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.


After several weeks of workshops and rehearsals, it is finally done.

Hours devoted to practice, lines repeatedly said until they become our own, blockings fixed and yet also dynamic enough to change.

Utilising the techniques that we have learned, we were given the privilege to live a life different from our own, if only for a night.

Be it a plotting royal, a possibly guilty queen, a mad prince, a disturbed ghost, a right-hand with a hidden agenda, an innocent daughter, or an orphaned son and brother---for about an hour and a half we wove our tale and introduced the audience into the world of Hamlet by William Shakespeare.

The curtain is now closed (actually, as astutely pointed out by Merryll, it never really opened =P). The players are back to their respective worlds and lives. We don't know when we would come together again to once more weave our magic and be the Crazy 8 we were labeled to be by our director and teacher herself.

The Crazy 8---a beautiful Harry Potter addict, a talented Lady, a thinker, an effortless intimidactress, a (sometimes irritatingly) perky one, one silent but deadly, one brainy with serial killer instincts, and a boytoy---8 complete strangers who decided to make something out of their 2007 summer vacation. With viewpoints expanded, outlooks changed, friends increased, and bonds formed, our lives were forever changed.

This is theatre.

This is life.