Wednesday, October 10, 2012
ODP Day 10: Mime
Going with the 'mime' theme, I even 'dramatised' my makeup, trying to pull off the mime-iest look without actually painting my face white. So thick black eyeliner and red lips. And goofy faces.
You see, for me, mime isn't actually all that strange.
Aaaaand cue seamless segue into a memoir.
Forensics. I wasn't great at many events, but I was not bad at Improv, winning a few trophies here and there, and I was embarrassingly good at Mime. In fact, Zac and I were mime partners in high school and won quite a few trophies, including second place at the State Competition one year. (Ohhh, I'm so embarrassed to be sharing this.) Zac and I had a few defining characteristics: Zac's bowties, our mini-disc player for music (instead of everyone else's tapes and tape players - lameos!) (I'll let you decide who the real lameos were), and our tendency towards pathos.
Our most memorable mime was the sad story of a young widower with an infant recalling memories of his dearly departed wife. It's Christmas, and he's just put the baby to bed. As he flips through the photo album, pictures remind him of their meeting, their first date, their wedding and finally their last Christmas together. He falls asleep and dreams that once more they are together at Christmas, and in his dream he snaps a photo of his wife holding the baby and decorating the tree. He then wakes and turns to the last page of the photo album....
and the photo from his dream is there.
Audience minds blown.
And yes, all that was in mime. And it was understood. And it won second place in the State.
Real mime artists tell stories, not climb ropes.
(This is a false certificate. Duet Happy Feet Dancing is not a Forensic event thought it should be.)
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Found the Gaelic word for 'mime' in my notes!
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