(yawn) oh sorry, excuse me. What was I saying …?
We all like a little drama in our lives from time to time, don’t you agree? I mean without it life would be boring and humdrum. (I know there are some of you who prefer boring and humdrum and I am convinced you have discovered the secret to a fulfilling life. So what is it? The secret? I mean, if you just want more of the same, something must be going right. Right?)
But as for me, I don’t mind a bit of drama from time to time, especially if it’s in the form of walking down the Red Carpet to accept my Oscar, while wearing a tasteful and universally liked dress. Sure, it can get a little tedious having to dress up for these functions on a regular basis, but a little drama from time to time is welcome.
I’ve always been a bit of a drama queen.
I know. You’re shocked right? Because I’m so reserved on my blog? But it is sadly the case. I’m not a drama queen in the sense that I want to scream at people on my wedding day, but drama positively channeled has always been a welcome thing to me. I have never been more happy than when my dramatic tendencies have an outlet. Take the obvious: acting. I had my very first part in a play when I was in the 11th grade.
I was a planet.
I could have had a more principal role, but it would have involved staying onstage for the entire play and this is when I was going through my bathroom phobia phase. So I turned it down and went for the planet instead. But once I got up onstage I didn’t want to get back down again. The theatre bug had bit.
For the following production I was fully prepared to participate and we were set to do Guys and Dolls as our musical. If you’ve learned nothing else from watching Glee, you will know that no cool high school guy will be caught dead doing a musical unless coerced somehow. (At least not in my school). Since we were short on coercion, we were quite short in the “Guys” department. But we had about six so we thought we might just be able to pull it off.
When the roles were announced, I was shocked that I didn’t get the lead role of Adelaide that I had auditioned for. (I’m very humble). I later found out it was because the director overheard me saying I never practiced the oboe for the school band so he assumed I would be the same with my part in the play. If he had heard me singing at the top of my lungs in our living room every day, he would have had to eat his words.
When our theatre troop had whittled down to just two guys, we cornered the director and told him we really needed to change the production because it was just not working. With two guys. By this time, Adelaide had fled the sinking ship as well so I got the role by default. We decided to do a musical review with snippets from 6 musicals, and that allowed for my creative (you can read bossy, arrogant) nature to take over. I wrote the screenplay to tie all the songs together. I also took over the stage direction since the director was more interested in the musical aspect.
It was … not bad, if I do say so myself. And I had a really good time wearing short shorts and a halter and singing ‘I love you, a bushel and a peck’ in a Brooklyn accent with a full chorus line behind me.
The director was sad to hear that I would not be around to participate in the senior year’s production (where he had assured me I would have a lead), but I had dusted my feet of that town. I was on to bigger and brighter things. I switched to a rival high school my senior year so that I could participate in their superior drama program.
It was quite good, this program. There was a music director and an acting director, a huge selection of costumes and just a wealth of experience to draw the best out of us fledgling Thespians. I was thrilled to sweep in for the Fall production and land the principal role of Béline (the evil wife) in Molière’s play “The Imaginary Invalid.”
There I learned to act in close quarters with the audience seated on the stage with the actors, and how to say things like “that Shakespeare play” instead of “Macbeth” thereby jinxing the entire production. I was directed to curry humor between the lines, as I “consoled” my weeping husband on my knees for his having doubted my fidelity (my arm around him, my hand over his eyes) while my lover was kissing me up and down the other arm.
For the Spring production we put on Oliver, and it was another phenomenal success. My younger sister and brother also appeared in the show as orphans, which made it doubly fun. I was vying (dying) for the role of Nancy because she was the only pretty female lead role. So there was basically no other option as I saw it. Who cared if I had to beat my breast as I belted out “As long as he loves me …” and get murdered at the end. I was ready for the drama.
But instead I landed the part of Widow Corney – the ugly despicable female head of the orphanage – a role that would require padding and makeup to render me more ugly. I was in tears (drama!) when I heard the news of the casting and petulantly said I wasn’t sure I would accept the role. But the director, accustomed to his emotional actors, consoled me that I would still be understudy to Nancy and that I had nailed the Widow role – no one else could play it as well as I could.
The thing is, I purposely sang badly for that part of the audition. I purposefully exaggerated the gestures and the cockney accent to be overlooked as “not right for the part.” Unfortunately it was just the outrageous acting they were looking for.
It turned out that my paramour, Mr. Bumble, was a good friend of mine and we had to control our laughter onstage as we kissed over our padding in the early stages of love and kicked each other down the stairs as the love faded. I was clad as a washer woman (not unlike what I look like at home now) and he took “double breasted suit” to a whole new meaning. I had fun. It was fun!
From there I went on to college, where for whatever reason, I opted to work backstage rather than audition. Wrong move for a spotlight girl like me. I just remember that the play was rather dark, and the star (a male college student) came on stage completely naked at one point – a rather nebulous, yet dramatic end to my drama career.
I’ve changed some. Perhaps it’s all the drama unwillingly thrust upon me in real life that causes me to sidestep the spotlight. Sometimes. Don’t get me wrong – I still speak in public from time to time and I am usually the chattiest one in the room, but it seems I no longer actively seek fame and drama, if you don’t count blogging.
This week we got some good news. Sir’s biopsy revealed that everything was normal. I cannot tell you how giddy and happy that made me – what a new lease on life to know that at least in this one thing there would be no new drama.
But then on Tuesday I had another ultrasound that revealed that my uterus was unrepentant in its hoarding habits and we would have to take more steps to resolve this long drawn-out difficult miscarriage. The doctor suggested we try cytotec again two days in a row to cause contractions. That night after the treatment we had to rush to the emergency room because I was hemorrhaging. Again. The intern thought I needed surgery right away, but the doctor in charge vetoed that saying that she thought this final effort had done the trick to resolve the matter.
Quelle surprise! The doctors disagreed again on how to proceed. What’s that expression? “All the world’s a stage and all the men and women are playa’s?”
Hm. Almost.
So I’m home now, doing okay. I think. (Knock on wood, cross my fingers, break a leg, that Shakespeare play …).
It appears that sidestepping the spotlight is not always a possibility when events force us into it. We’re cast in the roles we play, even if we can still choose how we play them. And it seems we can hardly escape a bit of drama in this tragicomedy that is our lives, even if we should want to.
a.w. says
I hope everything will be alright.
As for drama, it’s always the case when one thing simmers down [or is resolved], then something else happens in life. There’s never a dull moment in my life. So, I do tell myself that God wants to keep me on my toes.
ladyjennie says
You’re right about that! So rarely calm without any drama going on.
anna see says
love this post, my dear. am rejoicing in the good news about your husband’s biopsy, and am saddened and frustrated that you are still having medical complications related to the miscarriage.oh dear. loved picturing you on stage in these various plays and, b/c jack read oliver twist this summer (with my reading some of it out loud to him at the beach) i know who mr. bumble et al. are!
ladyjennie says
I’m so glad you liked my post. My husband thought it was boring and I was feeling insecure. (He said it nicely).
I remember reading through your old posts and stumbling upon “Master Bates.” Was that Oliver Twist too?
Sweet and funny memory.
ayala says
Sorry…hope it’s all blue skies from here on. I am keeping you in my prayers…and so happy your husband is okay 🙂
ladyjennie says
Thank you for your prayers Ayala.
Alison@Mama Wants This says
I’m so glad for your husband that all is well, and so sorry about your condition. I am glad you’re feeling okay. May the weekend bring joy and dare I say, drama?
( love your stories about acting on stage!)
ladyjennie says
Yes – a weekend of good drama!!
Galit Breen says
Oh my, you wove this well.
I’m happy for the happy news, and sad for the sad news.
May the next few days be peaceful, if nothing else!
ladyjennie says
Thank you dear Galit for your support.
Alexandra says
Oh, darling lady…please take care.
Check for bleeding, don’t lift anything heavier than a shirt box.
Take care…
ladyjennie says
I’ll tell my husband that I can’t lift anything heavier than a shirt box. Empress’ orders.
Lia says
I was thinking you were at ‘ham for more than one year! It was nice to have you there (but now I’ve got “I shall scream!” stuck in my head). Glad to hear one medical front is good news, and best of luck on the other. It does make me feel less bad about my complications, if that makes you feel any better.
ladyjennie says
I was wondering if any of my high school friends would be drawn back into the old days. 🙂
Carole says
So glad to hear the good news about Sir, but sorry you’re still having problems from the miscarriage. As if you haven’t gone through enough. Take extra good care of yourself, Jennie.
ladyjennie says
Thanks for the love Carole.
Amber says
I vote that you be able to return to humdrum for a little while. Enough drama! I’m glad everything is okay with Sir though!
ladyjennie says
Me too – my husband’s biopsy was such a worry for me.
Dido says
Oh Jennie, ssso sorry you are not through yet ?? !! ? I didn’t quite get your doctor’s conclusion with her last final diagnosis. Are you over or not ?? I hope so ! whatever developments for your trial, the worst is behind you and you are very brave, so you should be ok. I understand this is the only way to get through to you since you seem to be spending a tremendous time on your blog. I am so happy about your Sir’s biopsy results.
Much love to you all,
Dido
ladyjennie says
You’re right – the worst is behind us.
tracy@sellabitmum says
Oh that just sucks. Truly. I hope it stops soon for you. Happy about Sir though. And your beautiful writing. xoxo
ladyjennie says
(blush) thank you for the compliment on my writing, especially since I admire yours so much. 🙂
Mom says
One correction: you are not and never were arrogant.
ladyjennie says
Aw Mama, I am so touched by your comment.
Ameena says
So sorry to read that you are still dealing with so much! But I’m happy the hubby is doing okay.
I’m hoping the weekend is a fantastic one for you!
ladyjennie says
Thanks Ameena – it’s looking to be a good (albeit busy) weekend.
Missy | The Literal Mom says
Good LORD, you’ve been through it, haven’t you? I hope, hope, hope this will be the final challenge with this particular dramatic portion of your life.
Hug.
julie gardner says
Well, Widow Corney…I got the part of Orphan # 7 in our school’s production of Oliver!
And from then on, I never could lose my cockney accent on the stage.
So I get you, playa. And that Shakespeare guy better start writing better lines for your life’s stage.
Or we’re going to have words.
(Did that sound threatening? Or cockney? Fingers crossed.)
Andi says
I thrive in a drama-free environment 😉 The least amount of drama the better. However the rest of the world doesn’t always cooperate so I am forced to deal with more often than I would want to on my own.
anymommy says
It’s emotionally exhausting enough without such difficulties. Bleeding is scary and I live with a hoarding uterus of my own and it is not at all fun. I so hope that things will now start to heal, hearts as well as bodies.
deborah l quinn says
What a yucky hard time you’re having. I’m so sorry to hear it–and delighted/relieved that Sir is okay. Good luck getting through all this…and hey, what is a blog but a little digital stage where we all rehearse our own dramas, writ large for the digital public?