*Too many cooks *
In my elementary school play of Cinderella. I was cast as a pile of animated clothes. My role was to lay still and then suddenly spin around like one of those spinning brushes in a carwash and flail off the stage.
Yeah I tripped, knocked a stage light over, and burned everything to the ground. I was the only survivor.
Was called the “Tragic Cinderella Sizzler” by local newspapers.
Are you sure that you’re remembering this right?
I find it hard to believe that the newspaper didn’t come up with a headline based on calling her “Cinders”.
To shreds you say?
Door? At the nativity? Did they finally got a room on the b&b?
Maybe she’s the door the innkeeper slams in their faces.
There’s actually a Jesus Christ Superstar parody told from the view of the innkeeper (featuring The Mighty Boosh’s Noel Fielding and Julian Barratt, Julia Davis, Rich Fulcher, Matt Lucas, Matt Berry and Richard Ayoade):
Bless you for sharing this.
How do you upvote one thousand times with just one account?
Thank you, kind stranger
They couldn’t add an extra animal in the manger?
All this overfishing man
So she should dress up like Jim Morrison? Odd for a nativity scene but whatever.
“I come with the stench of pre-bottled blood of the new born on my breath, & enough peyote to last until the rapture! Now where’s that lil dude? Need somebody to light my fire!”
I was a dead alien in our primary schools’ production of Men In Black.
My role was to go limp in a chair and let one of my classmates mockingly wave my corpse limbs around in lieu of dancing.
Don’t knock it
I’ll wait to see if the kid can swing it
This better be a private school
I was a wiseman in a public school Christmas thing. Even that young it felt a little weird but I had such little exposure to religion that I went along with it. If I had been any older I would have known to step down from my role and be a door.
She’ll be a-door-able.
One does not merely turn their child into a door.
This actually brought back bad memories for me. Depressing stuff follows:
I went to a private school and had the same teacher for all six years. He hated me for multiple reasons and a lot of things he did to me would be considered just plain abusive today. It was bad to the point that my parents, who didn’t understand the issue, only figured it out when my mom ran into a schoolmate of mine years later in a supermarket and she told my mother that she felt so bad for me because of how he treated me.
Anyway, one of the first signs of this was that in first grade, we were going to do a winter puppet show for the parents. Like I said, this was a private school. It was split into grades 1-3 and grades 4-6, so we’re talking like 10 kids here. I was super excited because I have always loved performing. He knew I was super excited. So he cast me as… snowflakes. I had to hold up too snowflakes on sticks and move them around. I was absolutely crushed.
The good part is that as an adult, I’ve been paid to do standup and have done some critically well-received VO work (for some names you would recognize but I’m not going to say, sorry).
So fuck him.
Anyway, not your fault, I just had to let that out.
Back to the fun.
… With cardboard and string.
Thanks. Appreciate the assist
In high school, I was in a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream (I was act 2 open fairy/Peasblossom) and the absolute best part was the play in a play, Wall spoke her lines and flapped off stage like an enormous bat, funniest part of the whole play.
will at least she’ll finally have the right wing weirdos advocating for her empowerment.
google door costume
