G-C Theatre Takes State

This is an Archive story originally published in the January 2015 edition of the Cougar Review

by Maria Kihega

The drama club had a special event on Jan. 23 and they put in all their effort to get prepared for it. A play called Home by Ross McMichael, 12, placed second in regionals with a perfect score made it to state competition. Home is about a woman named Ella Delano who mentally abuses her children and lies to all her friends and family about having cancer and ends up running away with the man she fell in love with. This competition is something that the drama club has been working hard for and are very excited that they finally made it. Even though they’ve made it to state, they still have to practice and focus every minute on improving the weak spots.

“We need to work on our timing and staging a little bit. Our timing was what threw us off at regionals. We didn’t meet the time limit, so we have to work on our timing. That’s all I’m worried about. It’s just something to improve and work on, but we will get the hang of it,” Ross McMichael, 12.

Working on improvements is the main goal especially when getting prepared for a huge event like a state competition. Everyone should be working up to their absolute best and making sure that they all work together.

“As the director, I was allowed to cherry pick my actors and pick the best people in that program. They have worked on absolutely pouring their entirety into this and we walked away with three acting awards and two technical awards so yes I would say they have poured themselves into this,” said McMichael.

“Yes, I believe that we have been working to our maximum. We have all been working really hard, because we have advanced this far and we want to give it our best shot at the competition,” Harrison, actor, 12.

Confidence is a key word in drama. Some actors get nervous and freeze up while others stand up on stage proudly and enjoy what they’re doing.

“All my actors and staff seem pretty confident and that’s why I picked the best people. I chosed the people that were confident and were willing to give it their all one hundred percent. I was also able to pick the production people and I put the best ones in it,” said  McMichael

Another thing to have confidence in is placing in the competition. Having faith in your staff and knowing that you all did your best and put yourself in the entire performance.

“I don’t know if we will win, but I know that we will place. The judging at state is far different than what it was at regionals for some reason. The judges base the best productions on categories like scariest play and most dramatic play and I think we have a good chance at going to national competition, because I think that we will place in the play that best represents the state,”said McMichael.

Having fun is the main part of the competition. It wouldn’t be fun without enjoying what you’re doing and having something to look forward to once you get there.

“I’m just looking forward to the different environment, meeting new people, and connecting to everyone to a way where we are similar one way or the other,” Harrison.

“I’m just looking forward to going to state with my people and that was our goal and ‘m very proud of them and I’m looking forward going and hanging out with all of them, seeing all the wonderful people, all the wonderful actors around state and seeing everyone else perform,” Ross McMichael.

ONE SMALL GIFT

By Drew Smith/Staff Writer

One small box, dressed in red, flashy wrapping paper, with a quite usual small flap that read: “From Santa.” Every member of the family assumed the gift had been placed by someone else, attached with the flap as a sort of half-joke, in reflection to days past of childhood Christmases with flaps that read the same. Gifts were shuffled around, thanks exchanged, and a sea of wrapping paper enveloped the once monotone living room. Smiles flashed frequently, yelps of glee, as boxes were made naked of their wrapping and the thought-out, considerate gift was revealed inside. Quite the standard Christmas affair, full of a cozy atmosphere and joyful attitude. Free things seem to make everyone happy, besides the occasional pair of ugly dress socks, cheap tabloid magazines, and five dollar gift cards to McDonald’s. 

But that small box, wrapped noticeably with a touch of elegance, lingered in the backdrop of the quite mundane Christmas morning, whispering in a tempting voice that just begged to be opened. As the gifts that once stocked and crowded the Christmas tree faded away one by one, the more and more eyes the gift drew. Each member of the family gazed at it with a thick desire, running rampant in their mind’s at the possibility of what the gift would be.The gift, while not the largest, nor the smallest, nor even the most well-wrapped, still had a deep primal appeal to it, beckoning with its mystery. It was not special but that may have been some of the appeal, it drew upon a seared-in memory of the wonder of opening presents as a child. It did not take long before the tree had been completely naked at the bottom, the gifts now all in the hands of the proper receivers. 

There it was. All by itself. Untouched, unsaid, unknown. All eyes now examined the gift thoroughly, scanning over each fold, each crevice, each glint on the wrapping paper. Everyone in the room sat thinking the exact same sentence: “Who’s is it?” It was now just about who would ask first. The eldest son, curiosity devouring its way through his patience, asked, “Who’s is it?” All eyes in the room immediately swept towards him, waiting for his cue. He twisted and turned in his seat on the couch, now engaging in eye contact with someone everywhere he looked. The daughter, just slightly younger than him by a year and a half, wondered aloud, “Well, it’s not yours, right, Frank?” Frank, the eldest son, returned his eyes to the gift, stating, “No, it isn’t. Anyone know?” The room sat absolutely silent as they all slowly swept their eyes across the room, waiting for someone to raise their hand and surrender the knowledge of who possessed the gift.

“Well, here,” Frank mumbled as he got up from the couch. He knelt and dipped his head under the tree, swiping for the gift. He slipped it out from under the tree and immediately flipped the gift around. He bounced it listening for any familiar noise he could come across. He found the flap and flipped it up, revealing the “From Santa.” “Wow, real funny,” exclaimed Frank, “who’s trying to pull some practical joke?” No one answered and no one seemed to know. The gift rested in his hands. He shrugged his shoulders and tore open the gift relentlessly. A cardboard box resided underneath the wrapping. Frank pulled the top of revealing an empty box with only a note inside. Frank whipped the note out and read it aloud, “To my dearest favorite child of the Burakh Family, while I may have passed, may this gift unto you carry your life forwards even with my absence. I leave you 3% of my current estate, leaving you with 4.5 million dollars in liquid cash. Feel free to use the money for whatever you desire.”

The room sat eerily still. Then, quite suddenly, an eruption of conversation. “Whoever it’s from, I have gotta be the favorite child,” declared loudly, the youngest son. “Who’s estate even is this?” pondered their father. “Perhaps it was meant for the grandchildren,” muttered their aloof and unconcerned uncle. “Maybe it was from my grandpa,” wondered their mother. “It’s likely meant for one of us,” stated the daughter. “Mommy what’s an estate?” inquired the child of the daughter. “It’s gotta be my money, it has to be mine!” exclaimed the youngest son. “What did the note say, I couldn’t hear over all of the AC,” the grandmother requested obliviously. “STOP,” Frank shouted violently. 

Frank stood before the tree and all the eyes of the relatives shot at him like deep-cutting daggers. He revealed the other side of the note. It read: “From ‘Knives Out,’ a pretty good movie.” He dropped the note on the floor. “I might have accidentally put that in here after some cleaning, and then wrapped it,” embarrassingly remarked Frank.