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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.
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Date: 2009-07-08 10:39 am (UTC)Ah, yes, I think we were told to do that as well, but I was always so shy, that I would just forget to do that. Or rather, I was very good at working it out on paper - I'd have pages & pages of notes on my scripts - but when I would get up to do something, I'd have a bit of a hard time putting what I'd written into practise. (which, I would be often told, that I couldn't work everything out in my head; I needed to do that when I was onstage)
That makes two of us, actually.
O dear. :( It also didn't help that I was ABSOLUTELY paralysed at the thought of dancing in front of people I wasn't even overly comfortable with in general. What I did usually was just mimic, or fake the steps I had to do. Oddly, that's one thing I'm good at - imitating other people. If I sing, I'm imitating whoever sings what I'm singing (which is rather funny & the ONLY way I can do karaoke the one time I did it) & if I'm rehashing an amusing scene for someone, I take on the voices of the people in the scene. That was the ONLY way I was able to dance in front of about sixty or so people when I couldn't do it.
(but oddly enough, I can't mimic THE HEAD TURN that Pat does in Evil of the Daleks - I think it's one of those things you have to be Patrick Troughton to do. ::giggles:: Er, um, not that I've ever tried to do that, mind you. ::coughs::)