Encounter
The day had come. I needed to tell sensei and the rest of the class my rough story that I had evolved over the previous days. It was going to be a rough encounter, I knew it, as I walked into the class. Oh, and before I go on, it would be wise to mention that for one of the stories, my friend had helped me seriously design a character and develop her over the course of the story. So I was thankful for him. But if the story was gonna be rejected, I was sure to put my fist through his face.
As I ascended the dias and addressed the audience, I remembered my first story's climax. The character is one who overcomes stage fear. How fitting, I thought, as I reveiwed what sensei had told us the previous day.
"You must create a story and tell it. Make sure the time limit of the storyline is thirty seconds. Also, if you tell the story, its not enough, as you must tell me what medium of communication you'd choose to finally convey your story. All this, and your story is approved."
Okay, here goes.
After the storytelling, my classmates asked me simple questions about the storyline and characterization, not to mention the loopholes and flaws in the medium and time. Ah... sensei told me conclusively that the time was too short to convey the story, and the medium would be time-taking, and time, I didnt have...
Okay, on with the second story! About cards thrown in tune to music.
Rejection.
Alright! Now, I was furious. Not that I considered these stories boring, but seriously? Thirty seconds and I can't come up with a wow presentation?! Okay, it was time for playing my trump card.
No, not puppy-eyes. The story that my friend and I had worked on.
It was impressive indeed, as I had pitched it earlier to all my mates and they had liked it. Even sensei felt it could be treated. Well, that must mean I got an A! Nah, perhaps a B.... Whatever, one of my stories got selected! And that was enough for me to thank the audience and get the heck away from that dias to listen to others' stories and comment and critique them.
After the session, sensei told us that we should continue working on the stories for more time, and he also gave a little information regarding mediums for expression, like dance, using the blackboard etc;
This was so not a cakewalk, as sensei concluded the session saying that I need to do some more research on the said story and do a survey among the target audience.
So that was my next day's goal, as I left for home.
No more mentions about the traffic, 'cause we all know that's a waste of a sentence. Sigh...
The day had come. I needed to tell sensei and the rest of the class my rough story that I had evolved over the previous days. It was going to be a rough encounter, I knew it, as I walked into the class. Oh, and before I go on, it would be wise to mention that for one of the stories, my friend had helped me seriously design a character and develop her over the course of the story. So I was thankful for him. But if the story was gonna be rejected, I was sure to put my fist through his face.
As I ascended the dias and addressed the audience, I remembered my first story's climax. The character is one who overcomes stage fear. How fitting, I thought, as I reveiwed what sensei had told us the previous day.
"You must create a story and tell it. Make sure the time limit of the storyline is thirty seconds. Also, if you tell the story, its not enough, as you must tell me what medium of communication you'd choose to finally convey your story. All this, and your story is approved."
Okay, here goes.
After the storytelling, my classmates asked me simple questions about the storyline and characterization, not to mention the loopholes and flaws in the medium and time. Ah... sensei told me conclusively that the time was too short to convey the story, and the medium would be time-taking, and time, I didnt have...
Okay, on with the second story! About cards thrown in tune to music.
Rejection.
Alright! Now, I was furious. Not that I considered these stories boring, but seriously? Thirty seconds and I can't come up with a wow presentation?! Okay, it was time for playing my trump card.
No, not puppy-eyes. The story that my friend and I had worked on.
It was impressive indeed, as I had pitched it earlier to all my mates and they had liked it. Even sensei felt it could be treated. Well, that must mean I got an A! Nah, perhaps a B.... Whatever, one of my stories got selected! And that was enough for me to thank the audience and get the heck away from that dias to listen to others' stories and comment and critique them.
After the session, sensei told us that we should continue working on the stories for more time, and he also gave a little information regarding mediums for expression, like dance, using the blackboard etc;
This was so not a cakewalk, as sensei concluded the session saying that I need to do some more research on the said story and do a survey among the target audience.
So that was my next day's goal, as I left for home.
No more mentions about the traffic, 'cause we all know that's a waste of a sentence. Sigh...
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