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Day 7: Party Animal

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She opened her mouth and a party was born but some days she wondered if she was actually saying anything at all.

A self portrait.

Day 7: The last day! I must say, I am rather glad. I don't care to say how much time I spend on these. Today, for example, I shot 102 photos. As I type this, I still don't even know which image I'll go with.

I began the day by making and consuming the World's Best mango smoothie and having the World's Best chat with my production manager. I've been missing her. She's currently doing a round of auditions in Sydney. Its pretty scary to be without her. I'm not great at self-sufficient. We just updated each other on what had been happening. Talks with the theatre. Venue plans. Designers. Actors. Our need for a production meeting. Fund raising.

I rescued my dear friend from a boy's house. He had left for work, there was a monsoonal downpour outside and she was creeping around the house, trying to avoid his housemates. When I arrived, it didn't take long for me to stop feeling sorry for her, despite finding her waiting in the rain. 'I'm like a rabbit, honestly! I could just go for hours!' I direct quote. It is hard to be sympathetic to a person who has the chance to use a rabbit analogy. Love her. :D

I headed off to my Contact Improvisation class. (A type of dance which is all made up on the spot and you keep in contact with another person the entire time. You end up rolling around on them a lot.) Contact is basically the perfect dance class for a wacky hippy like me. We talk a lot about 'energies' (usually plural) and massage each other's feet and hands to pull those energies from our centers to our corners. But honestly, I do love it! I'm just that kind of a person.

We took turns to work blindfolded today. One person (without a blind fold) would take a position and their partner would find them and then jam. The person with vision would keep things safe. It was beautiful watching people's faces as they worked blind. Passive. Trusting. Almost serene and so in tune with the body around them.

I came home and struggled to take a self-portrait for far too long. I've had these ribbons for long time and I've been planning something like this ever since I saw Titus.

My housemate and I jogged down to the supermarket to get cat food. I took her over to the toothpaste shelf and did my toothpaste rant. I got a small round of applause from the three other customers in the aisle and we all bonded over the brand domination of Colgate. We jogged home, me feeling like the champion of the small toothpaste brands and her, no doubt, feeling like the long suffering wife.

I wrote this for my play:

Year Nine is not a pretty year. I was told that back in Year Seven, to watch out for Year Nine humans are at their most cruel at the age of 14 no one knows cruelty like a 14 year old. So you just stagger through Year Nine. Survival mode.

But not today.

Today I left for school at 7:35am as usual but but but I seemed to be moving in slow motion it wasn't intentional. I usually arrive at the stop just as the number 16 turns the corner on to Hawthorn Road. That way I don't have to stand with the others for long.

But not today.

My timing is wrong like in a dream and with a strange sense of Deja Vu I watch that tram pull away just as I reach the stop and the moment is broken and I am running along beside to the sound of jeering and they are hanging out of the windows blond hair black hair brown hair and fingers all tangled in the wind voices mangled and mashed together they are applauding and laughing and imitating my raggard breath and imitating the heart attack they expect me to have. They see my shame my red face my sweat not one of them rings the bell the tram zooms past the next two stops and I gasp along behind.

At the third stop there are two middle aged women and the tram is slowing. Just 50 meters away 20 meters and those women are holding the door for me 10 meters my breath is raw in my throat and it is so loud that it almost drowns out the jeering and I can smell my own sweat and I imagine the day stretching out ahead of me people changing desks to avoid my body the race commentary yelled across the courtyard at recess pushed up against a wall in the bathroom toilet paper in my mouth and a fist slamming in to my gut at lunch 5 meters 2 meters I am on the step and I stare at the floor.

Breath.

'You getting on or what?' snarls the driver. I turn my head and see them all standing up applauding.

'Not today.' I say and step backwards onto the hot street.

As the tram moves off faces stare out the window watching me disappear. I bend over, hands on knees and try to catch my breath.

A day off.




Thank you so much to all those who followed the whole week. I am so touched. I really cannot say how deeply moved I was. You are a truly amazing group.
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