tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29175306.post2493745870395679296..comments2023-05-04T04:20:10.423-04:00Comments on Dave's Theater Blog: The MomentDave Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01554650648344826824noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29175306.post-42578220191732273572008-03-18T12:53:00.000-04:002008-03-18T12:53:00.000-04:00I knew what I wanted to be in Kindergarten and I d...I knew what I wanted to be in Kindergarten and I declared it to my Mother as much as possible…a nurse. So I practiced by nursing my dolls and I was in charge of all band-aid application (I secretly hoped people would fall down around me so I could run and get a band-aid and put it on them.) <BR/><BR/>Then in fourth grade my very creative teacher Ms. Tanturi decided that we were going to put on scenes from the musical George M. I should also mention that fourth grade was the year that I had my first BIG TIME crush...Tyler Papas. He was tall, funny, Italian (this was important to my Grandma Cutaia mainly) and a little bit of a bad boy…hmmm. <BR/><BR/>I was in a chorus class, but really never had any interest in musical theatre. Then I saw the cast list and noticed that there was the part of a nurse listed. I just HAD to get that part! Ms. Tanturi made those of us who were taking chorus class sing for her…which I did. The next day the cast list went up and some other girl had gotten the part of the nurse. Well, I burst into tears in front of everyone. Ms. Tanturi couldn’t understand why I was so upset because she had given me the role of Josie Cohen. AND Tyler Papas was going to play George! I was in HEAVEN!!! <BR/><BR/>By the time we closed the play the theatre bug had bitten me and my dreams of becoming a nursing were over. Sadly Tyler moved to CA the next year...I always wonder what happened to him. <BR/><BR/>Great post Dave…thanks for letting me tell my story…I want to hear more from others! <BR/><BR/>Jacquie O.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29175306.post-38707788673641376662008-03-18T08:50:00.000-04:002008-03-18T08:50:00.000-04:00I was a band geek in junior high school, and not a...I was a band geek in junior high school, and not a very good one. I was a low-chair third clarinetist in the Intermediate Band in seventh grade who somehow managed to jump concert band and make low-chair third clarinet in the Symphonic Band in eighth grade. I wasn't especially passionate about it; I wasn't particularly passionate about much of anything at that point in my life. When I look back, I wonder who that awkward young man was.<BR/><BR/>When it came time to start high school, I intended to continue with band largely because nothing else interested me, other than reading fantasy novels instead of doing my homework. Before enrolling in the high school band class, the rising freshmen each ment face-to-face with the band teacher.<BR/><BR/>Wow, was he a jerk.<BR/><BR/>I can't even remember the guy's name, but I will always be grateful to him for being cold and mean when I met with him, because it made me quit band. I didn't have much initiative at that point in my life, but I knew enough to know I didn't want to see this guy five days a week for the next four years. I needed to fill an arts requirement for my advanced diploma, and I knew I couldn't draw or paint, so DRAMA 1 stood out. I signed up. I paid my dues as a freshman, got a couple good parts as a sophomore, was George in <I>Our Town</I> and Cherdyakhov in <I>The Good Doctor</I> as a junior, and was known school-wide as "king of the drama fags" (it was intended as a compliment) by the time I graduated.<BR/><BR/>So my moment of theatrical awakening is actually a story carved in negative relief. Theatre was there when I needed something to be there. Thank you, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, for being such a jerk.<BR/><BR/>At least I still have my clarinet. You know, just in case I need it to fall back on.Andrew Hammhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08714127938846605400noreply@blogger.com