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Adrien’s Richards

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                They called me saying, “Quick! We need you
                To help with The Boardinghouse readthrough.”
                        A cookie for me
                        And a nice cup of tea,
                Then we’ll see what some digging might lead to!
        

Yes, I’ve agreed to play the role of Mr. Richards in several performances of The Boardinghouse, to be staged this coming November by our community’s Players drama group.

Partly, to stretch my memory skills, which have really sucked since the shenanigans. Partly, to try out something new, since I’ve never done drama before (no, speeches to actuarial audiences don’t count). Partly, to do my part to keep our community’s drama group alive. And mainly, just because it sounded like fun.

Mr. Richards is a failed writer who during the play turns from miserable attempts to come up with ideas for a murder mystery novel to even more miserable attempts to write poetry, managing only to fashion some terribly bad limericks which only happen to turn funny once one of the other actors takes to providing satirical final lines to Mr. Richards’ feeble efforts. Ah, they’ve typecast me well! Just because I love reading poetry so much doesn’t mean I can write it, so just about all I’ve written since college has been the occasional limerick, most of those quite easily as bad as those recited by Mr. Richards.

And when Mr. Richards is trying to write the perfect murder mystery, rather frequently he melodramatically “dies” onstage . . . of course, only to get better once his death seems to be little more than a shrug to the other actors and actresses. Again, typecast! — who out there knows better than I how to die multiple times and come back to life just as many times?!

And Mr. Richards winds up being given chores, starting with taking out the garbage. I won’t say how that fate befalls him, except to say: once again, typecast!

So I’m celebrating our first script readthrough, completed this morning, practicing being in character by composing the limerick given in this post, then imposing on my other colleagues at this evening’s Players’ monthly meeting, making them have to hear me recite it as Mr. Richards might. They tell me I have to work on it a bit — mine apparently isn’t quite as bad as the real Mr. Richards’ poetry is. Hmmmmm, I think I can act the part on that one with a little work . . .

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Written by macheide

3 September 2014 at 8:25 pm

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