Personal Narrative: My Experience At The Campus Inn Theatre

This is a must watch Broadway show that makes your fine, terrible, or even boring day, an absolute blast. The Play That Goes Wrong has finally made its way to America and right at the heart of New York City near Times Square at the Lyceum Theatre. Therefore, the experience is a win-win situation for the audience. The Lyceum Theatre’s architecture is astonishing as it is filled with ornaments, I also realized the letter ‘L’ around the theater, but the most interesting fact is that it is a landmark. It has a proscenium stage while the audience is in the orchestra, balcony, or the mezzanine seats, like where I sat, and there is barely any space if you are a tall person. My seat was near the far end of mezzanine, I couldn’t see a part of the left side of the stage, so I found myself bending sideways to see what was going on, but I saw nothing. I found the side stage lights and a side balcony blocking my view and yet I had a great time.

The play is split into eleven vignettes which express the experience of Black people in the 1980s through satire. The play is a comedy in which black stereotypes are exaggerated and presented through the eleven scenes that are presented as exhibits in a museum. The two scenes to be discussed here are the first scene entitled "Git on Board", and the second scene entitled "Cooking with Aunt Ethel."

Choose one scene in the play that you are in and briefly describe what happens in this

At the age of eight, my mother took me on a trip to New York City. On it, I saw the Lin Manuel-Miranda show In the Heights. Unlike my eight-year-old self, my mother loved performing arts, and she occasionally played CD’s from musicals in the car, which I groaned about. Given this, it is not hard to imagine I was less excited than the average person to see a broadway show; however, when my mother mentioned, “Chad from High School Musical is in it,” I perked up. As I walked into the theatre, my attitude improved again from the astonishingly vast house, filled with endless rows of red, velvet chairs leading towards an expansive stage trimmed with gold. Nevertheless, I still did not appreciate the opportunity to witness a Tony Award-winning musical, as I would in three hours. When the lights dimmed, the whole theatre fell silent, yet still buzzed with anticipation.

What is a main theme or idea this play brings up? What does it say about that theme? Use details from the play to provide evidence.

Above all, I wouldn’t be where I am today without theatre. Without the chance to perform throughout my life, I would be disconnected from the wide array of communities and histories that’s been imbedded in my daily routine. Unfortunately, it’s speculated that the theatre is a dying art form, because of the expanding popularities of movies (“Is”), but I think that it’ll remain a well renowned part of expressing imagination and interpreting history as years pass; it only takes cooperation with school faculty and young students that go above and beyond to change their

This weekend I decided to go to a play that I have hear people talking about as I walked the streets. Many people were discussing the drama that goes behind this play and as much as I wanted to join the conversation, I had to find out for myself since no one will talk to me. I have much to say about this play so let’s get started shall we.

On February 26th 2016, I went out with my friend to saw this event. It was the first time of my life to be in such production. I was not a fan of theaters. I thought they are boring. Now, my mind has changed because the play was amazing. So, on the next day,

"I’m so nervous,” I complained to my mom as we walked into the Waukesha Civic Theatre. “What if I’m not good enough. I haven’t even prepared that much!” It was a crisp September day and some leaves had already started changing color. On the way home from school my mom told me about a play that the theater puts on near us every year and thought I would be good for it. Since I had only heard about the audition that day, it gave me a few hours to pick my song and be prepared for whatever part they wanted me to read. The next song that came on the radio was the song “Edge of Glory” by Lady GaGa and because it was in my vocal range I thought it would be good for me. Little did I know that this audition would change my view of theater.

Anderson Theatre has truly shaped me into the mature young adult I am today. My freshman year, I decided to join theatre not knowing what to expect. None of my friends were in theatre, and it was something I decided to do completely on my own. I walked into the first meeting, late because I had cheer practice, and sat in the back of the Fine Arts Room by myself. I then let cheerleading take over all of my time, and did not return to theatre until Dry Tech. That day, I walked in and started working. In that 12 hour day, I realized that doing hair and makeup is something I am really great at. In that 12 hour day, I met dozens of people with whom I am still friends with today. Because of Anderson Theatre, I met my best friend. I laughed more than

This past week, I had the opportunity to experience a magnificent play called Born Yesterday by Garson Kanin. This performance was the third of three plays I saw at the Arizona Repertory Theatre. The other two plays were Epic Proportions by Larry Coen and David Crane and Hands on a Hardbody by Doug Wright. These were the first plays I have been to, not only while attending the University of Arizona, but in my generation as a teenager. All together, these performances were amazing and have brought a newly improved insight to my perception of theatre. The hard work and dedication by the actors, directors, producers, cast members, and sound developers were absolutely incredible and I have tremendous respect for their efforts during the overall sequence of producing the plays. The most recent performance I saw, Born Yesterday, can be described and reflected on through various topics such as lighting, sound, directing and producing.

When I first walked into the Granada Theatre I was amazed by the intricate detail put into the design of the venue. At first glance, it seemed to be an extremely high class venue, and it made sense why Professor Roy asked us to dress nicely. In all honesty I felt totally out of my element. I showed up a couple minutes late so they had me stand until the first piece was over to take my seat. The seriousness added to the layer of prestige that I had begun to attribute to the event. When I finally took my seat, I was astounded by the setup too. The piano was center stage. I was expecting an orchestra before I had arrived, but was not too disappointed to see just Yuja Wang. I could see her, but I could also see people sitting in the balcony. The

I went to see the production play of Our Class at University of California, Irvine (UCI). The play was based on history events that happened and the characters perspective on the events. It took place in a small city in Poland between late 1920’s till even in the 2000’s. The play was really mesmerizing but it was also easier to spot some of the techniques and lessons that were shown in the play like how we learned in our class room. For instance, I learned about the Fitzmaurice voice work, the Laban Efforts, Sanford Meisner technique and some of the stage techniques.

To begin, when I first walked in the theater I was surprised to see an orchresta, band, and choir set on the stage. I was expecting a musical, not a concert, even though the title did say “in concert.” I am not sure but when I think of plays, I usually only except actors on the stage, not musicians with them. I am glad to know now that it does not always have to be that way.

It was about two hours until the doors opened and I was sitting in staring at my television, appearing to be in a trance. On the screen a mob of what looked like 30 or so zombies were chasing me through a maze of pilars and various piles of rubbish as I swiftly navigated the ceiling of an upside down temple in Tokyo. I was supposed to be headed to the ATM to withdraw gas money and a bit of spending money-in case I wanted to get a t-shirt or something but my Playstation's grip on me was as strong as ever. Fortunately, it wasnt long before my undead counterparts overwhelmed me and ended the game. I hopped up, grabbed my vynle copy of Return of 4eva and everything I would need for my journey, and darted out the door. I was embarking on my journey to the Granada Theatre where, after a lot of waiting, I would not only watch Big K.R.I.T. perform, but also I would also be able to meet him afterwards.