I feel like I should blog a little bit about what I do.
On Monday, at Destination Ink, a minor Poetry/Creativity/The Arts™ event, a boy read out a disgusting, creepy, overly-attached poem about his ex, who was in the audience, and stood up, and they had a huge mudslinging argument.
No, (surprise!) the boy wasn’t me. All I did was teach the boy and the girl how to act.
In what will possibly get me jailed, I worked on a prank/performance piece with the boy and the girl (brilliant actors), an Australian (the scriptwriter/inceptor). I coached them through their lines, tightened the script, and made sure they came off sad/weird/angry/loud/emotional enough. And ground them to bits over tiny details.
It’s strange what people praise, what people notice from the performance. It’s the stuff offstage, the little details that really push people over the edge into gushing. And of course we can’t run that little “show” again since the boy+girl achieved immediate notoriety.
What I learned was how to work with people a little better, the importance of logistics, and most importantly, how to plan.