We're all familiar with how Romeo
and Juliet ends, but have you ever wondered what was going through the
heads of the actors onstage during one of the most famous scenes ever
written? You might be surprised! Here’s
what I was thinking the other night, as we rehearsed this well-known scene:
“Ok, I’m dead. I’m going to try not to breathe too heavy. Little
breaths, shallow little breaths, oh God, I feel like I CAN’T BREATHE! How am I
going to lay here for this whole scene and not take a deep breath?! Ok, settle
down. You’re making it worse. Here comes Paris. Just focus on the story, don’t
worry about your breathing. What’s he doing? I wish I could open my eyes and
see where he is. Oh, now I hear Romeo. Crap. They’re going to start sword
fighting. I HATE this part. Don’t flinch. They’ve rehearsed this a lot. They
won’t hit you with the swords. AH! I’m pretty sure they were like 2 inches from
my face! Ok, just ignore them. Think about your next line. What is your next
line? I can’t remember it. Oh no. What is it? ‘What’s here? Poison I see will
be his timeless end.’ That’s it. Ok. Romeo killed Paris. He’s coming over here
right now. Now he’s standing next to me. Did he just spit on me while he was
talking? YEP. He totally did. I guess I just have to leave that there. Here
comes the part where he picks me up. Limp, lifeless, don’t move. Ragdoll. Here
comes the kiss, but don’t kiss him back, remember you’re dead. Do you remember
your line? ‘What’s here? Poison I see will be his timeless end.’ Yep, still got
it. Ok, time to wake up. Not too fast…you’ve been fake-dead for a while. ‘What’s
here? Poison I see will be his timeless end!’ NAILED IT! Back to the story. You
loved him. He’s dead! DEAD! Oh, awesome, I feel tears coming. Don’t think about
it. Just let them come. If you force it, they’ll go away. Dead. He’s dead.
Dead. Ok, now you kiss him. I hope my breath is ok and I’m not too spitty from
crying. Time to stab yourself. Be careful, don’t hurt yourself. Contemplate? Then….STAB!
Cough! Fall. Back to shallow breathing. My ear is right on his stomach. Ha! I
can hear his stomach digesting. I wonder what he had for dinner. Do dead people
still digest their food? That’s stupid, Emily. Uh oh, my right arm is slipping.
Hold yourself up! You can’t move! Thank God, he’s holding me up with his other
arm. Remember to thank Chris for holding me up while I was slipping off the
tomb. Oh my word, my right butt muscle is cramping up from holding this
position. That’s going to be sore tomorrow. Ugh, I should do more pure barre
classes. Lord, this scene is SO LONG! Ok, now we’re at the end. Yay! We did it!
I wonder if anyone’s going out for a drink after rehearsal...”