Emily has a Cold in the Head

Taylor is apparently either very excited or very scared at the prospect of getting his picture taken. Or maybe I caught him at the precise moment when his music was too loud, seeing as how he has removed an ear bud.

We will probably never know.

Alex is drinking something. Fascinating.

On the other side of the table, Brandon looks like he’s just seen a ghost, and Emma is afraid of the camera stealing her soul. Ha ha ha.

This was in the hour before theater, when the theater people tend to congregate in the courtyard cafe and make Scrooge related jokes. This time they were frantically going over their lines, since yesterday was the off-book deadline.

I didn’t really have trouble learning my lines. This was probably due to the fact that I really don’t have a lot of lines, only one monologue, and I grew up frantically memorizing Bible verses on Friday mornings at school so I could go out for first break.

Oh he’s a tight-fisted had at the grindstone, is my old high school!

(I’m just kidding. Knowing a lot of Bible verses comes in handy in life, as does being able to memorize things.)

Brandon: Scrooge has a cold in the head. Wait. Can you have a cold anywhere else?

Emma: I have a cold in my hand!

Alex: I have a cold in my foot!

(Brandon actually had a cold in the head for real, as did Emma, and I think they gave it to me because now I have a cold in the head. Girr.)

I made a habit of mocking Brandon by quickly memorizing this monologue he was struggling with. I actually only memorized the first part but at least it made me seem smart.

“This was not addressed to Scrooge, nor to anyone whom she could see, but it produced an immediate effect. For again she saw herself; she was older now, a woman in the prime of life. She had not the harsh and rigid lines….something about care and avarice…”

Yeah.

Now I am at home with a cold in the head, and I think I might shuffle in my slippers to the door, and if you ask me what is on my cheek I will say, “just a pimple. A perfectly ordinary pimple.”

The cold, I think,  messed with something in my cranium, because all I can think about are lines from the play, running over and under each other in my head, in the middle and out again, round and round in various stages of affection, and all ending up in the wrong place.

Till next time…

God bless us, every one!

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2 responses to “Emily has a Cold in the Head

  1. That’s hilarious!

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  2. p.s. sorry about the cold, tho

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