The Flower That Has Bloomed
And so, Tainted Flower has come and it has gone.
But the good thing is that, a beautiful flower has bloomed.
For the first time ever, there actually wasn't much of a mad rush prior to the start of the show until Iskandar and I learnt that our MP would be delayed. But that was a minor change in plans that did not affect the event.
The Saturday after, when Philip asked me, how the mood islike in our camp, the one word I could use to describe it would be, "JUBILANT". And yes, this applies to all those of you who are suffering from major post production syndrome too. Hahakz.
I am proud of everyone in Yellow Chair Productions who have worked their asses off the past few months rehearsing for Tainted Flower. To think that we're not part of any professional theatre group or a school but rather, youths who come together to make a difference, is tremendous. Thank you for believeing in our dreams.
A whole slew of positive reviews have been coming in. And I am so thankful for the constructive ones. These are the exact ones that will help us better ourselves considering it was our inaugural play and by far and large, all of us are still learning our respective crafts.
As what Azhar Nor Lesta said to me when I interviewed him less than a week ago, "When you think you're good, you'll have no room for improvement."
And to have comments like to take Tainted Flower to the Esplanade and to restage it again to a more crtitical audience is truly truly encouraging.
Truly, the audience gave us a reception more than what I had expected. They were engaged in the intense scuffle with a real pair of scissors. They were utterly disgusted with Jerry's shit smearing incident. They gasped at Sally's slap and they laughed at the cheesiest and craziest of stuff we did. And I sure hope they teared at the respective parts.
I really hope each and everyone of you who came enjoyed yourselves, let it be through laughter or tears. And thank you for being there.
Still, as Stefan said, Murphy's Law will always lend a hand.
The CD player just had to play us out at the very pivotal "Be Yourself" scene when Andy was breaking down, tearing his painintg and cutting his precious locks. But that wasn't the worst incident.
The most shocking incident had to be the grave robbing one. And quite rightly, I felt that it was pretty ludicruous.
In our very final scene, a grave was placed at the very edge of the stage. As the lights came on, the grave was removed by a member of the audience. Yes, the scene still went on as it should have but the damage was done.
I thought it is a cardinal rule that the general audience themselves would know that when you're in the audience, you don't get up and remove anything from the stage. This is what, in my opinion, is akin to a streaker running across the field during a football match.
Sure, the guilty party came and apologise. And yes I have forgiven (I believe there are still those who haven't) but forgetting it is another thing.
In any case, I do pray that none of you who are having upcoming productions will have the same problem we had. You don't want to know how it feels exactly.
Moving on, Yellow Chair Productions will be taking a short break to recuperate and re-energize. New blood will be welcomed and new shows will be put up. Alhamdulillah, there were a number of immediate offers for upcoming programmes. Now that would keep us busy till the end of the year. And of course, time to start planning for our next play, which also already has a title! Hahakz. More to come people.
Meanwhile, my rest would be till this weekend only. Back to work on the upcoming Closer To Your Heart, which I'll promote to everyone soon!
And oh, I'll be posting about my wonderful experience I had last week with the Gubra cast and crew soon!