I have to learn how to fire a gun.
A real one.
With bullets.
This is, of course, in preparation for the play, in which I maybe am/maybe am not a murderer.
"Hold up," I said (nice choice of words, eh?), "are you telling me that I will be holding a real gun and shooting stuff out of it onstage?"
"Yes," the director answered. And then I fainted.
Ms. Mei Flower
- Mei
- I'm a spinster schoolmarm with a degree in English; I watch artsy movies about British people; I knit while watching the History Channel; I listen to NPR in the car; I eat frozen dinners on the couch. Is that stereotypical enough for you? No? Well, then ... and I have a cat.
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My advice? Aim high. That flaming wax takes a long time to burn out. Take from someone who used to be in the pit and had to put out fires started on the score and on her clothes because the actors aimed too low. :)
remember our trip to the firing range? You and Joon did very well there. Can't say that about the whole family, though...
Mom
Don't shoot your eye out.
Oh wait. Wrong play.
But since it is YOU I'm talking to and we all know how clumsy you are...ahem....don't shoot your eye out.
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