there's a reason i'm called kaydee FALLS...

[kaydeefalls]

So today in Shakespeare class, I was rehearsing this scene from King John, for which we built a sort of throne out of cubes -- think a cube on a platform of cubes. In the middle of the scene, I get off the throne. Except I apparently stepped too close to the edge of the lowest cube, because the thing flipped over and the floor was suddenly rushing up to meet me. It was a magnificent fall. Many comic actors would kill to fall so spectacularly. Being clumsy by nature, I've perfected the art of falling flat on my face and then jumping right back up to my feet -- more like bouncing dramatically off the floor than just plain falling. I think someone in my class applauded it. "I'm okay!" I chirped brightly, then excused myself to my scene partner and hobbled to the bathroom, where I could screech in agony without anyone else noticing.

OW OW OW OW OW.

It took a couple of hours, but at least my entire leg isn't throbbing anymore. However, I have a massive upraised welt all up and down my thigh that's going to bruise beautifully by tomorrow, and since it stretches practically from knee to ass, it's rather painful for me to walk OR sit. The funny thing is, I can't even figure out how I landed in such a way as to cause this -- it happened too fast, and I was back up immediately.

Someday, I shall perfect the art of the pratfall such that I don't actually injure myself. Today was not that day. Ow.

Comments

[trivetmonger.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to work with you on all aspects of physical comedy, from the pratfall to the fake slap to the fine art of taking a pie in the face or being hosed down with seltzer. All classic, and all things I must work on myself.