TRIB DRAMA BY THE WINNING DIRECTOR

Erik U, Year 10 writes...

Trib Drama, as a director, was a wonderful experience despite the struggle of encouraging your cast to learn their lines while still enjoying the fantastic atmosphere of Trib Drama.

Trib Drama is a big Wetherby Senior event and our biggest Trib competition of the year. All our Tribs must choose a cast of six and one or two directors. Then all the Tribs receive an equally exciting scene and, from that, you must create the best scene possible.

As a director, I had a lot of support from my co-directors who helped me with notes and advice for my actors. To get a good performance, it is necessary to be on top of your actors to learn their lines as soon as possible. Once your actors have learnt their lines, the fun begins! From then, you can work with your actors and the scene starts coming to life. In my scene, we had loads of possibilities and because I had a lot of experienced actors, and a very similar cast to the year before, we had the perfect chance for success.

On the week of the performance, everyone’s behaviour instantly changed. Everyone was more serious, devoted and ready to win. A main man who really helped change everyone’s mentality was Matteo H, who played our team leader and was always on top of his lines, which really influenced the others. Another person I would like to mention is Ms Maroudi, who helped set up a lot of the scene with loads of wonderful ideas.

The day of the first performance was very stressful, as we had to adapt to the lighting and stage, when we only got to rehearse on a few times. However, as we had the whole day to practice, we were able to adjust, but it wasn’t perfect. Yet!

Our first performance was a bit wobbly but, at that point, we were the strongest Trib and, as director, I was happy. However, I knew there was a lot of work to do, especially the lines. The main target for all the actors from the first performance was lines. So, from Monday, we had a rehearsal at lunchtimes and after-school. For Thursday, we not only learnt the lines perfectly but had added some hilarious additions to the scene. We were set. We were confident and ready to finally claim what was rightfully oursthe Trib Drama Certificate.

One hour before the play, we were practising our lines like there was no tomorrow. Myself as director, along with our codirectors and Ms Maroudi, were giving our actors all the advice and confidence they would need. Then it was time for us to sit down and watch the Trib Drama final performance commence.

It was amazing - everything went perfectly for everyone and it was an incredible play. So, after our actors had put so much effort in, it was time for the judging. The judge was a teacher from Francis Holland who provided a nonbiased top three.

In third place came Effra, who had loads of wonderful moments and the judge made that very clear. In second place came Fleet who were amazing, they had the audience amused at all times with great tension as well as humour. Last but not least was first place,which went to my Trib - Ravensbourne.

Once we found this out, we were all screaming with joy whilst I had to shake the judge’s hand and take the certificate. After all that hard work we had gotten what we deserved.

I would like to say a huge well done to:

• Matteo H

• Jack K

• Zain H

• Vangelis F

• Matteo M

• Marty V

• Ivan G

• Arki P

• Ms Maroudi

Hassan Y-N, Year 7 writes...

Wires. Metal. Oil. Everyone calls me “not human”. They say I am merely a product of parts.

However, I am a human, I believe. I can think, see, hear, taste, touch and I can feel… I feel confused. I was unaware at the time. I thought I was one of them; human. I woke up in my bed and I slithered out like a hunting rattlesnake, gliding towards its quarry. I dressed myself in a black shirt and grey jeans. When I look at my body, in the place of rippling flesh there are oxidising copper plates. In the place of a pulsating, pumping heart pumping blood around my body, I have a cooler circulating water around me, and instead of a brain I have a quantum CPU. But this does not matter because I behave and think and learn like a human.

I walked downstairs and I felt a stomach ache. I felt pain like a human. I walked into my kitchen and made a hot beverage. I made it with ground coffee beans from the green grass of the relatively uninhabited planet: Earth, used mainly for agriculture. I could taste the bitter coffee and I could feel the warm liquid sliding down my throat. Surely that made me human. I stepped outside and the red sunlight repelled my face. I would sometimes stare at the sun until my eyesight faded just to prove I am human. I sprawled out on all fours and let crystal droplets of rain envelop me for hours.

Eventually, I heaved my rusty body up and sprinted like a flash of lightning through the meadow next to my house. I ran through the chrome covered city, encased in a glass dome, keeping oxygen inside. I flew until I found an empty diner. I walked in and was about to be seated when I heard an explosion behind me. It roasted the waiter in front of me and made me fly backwards. I heard my bones crunch. I felt my sides ache.

With my blurred vision I could make out a gun fight in front of me. I looked down to see I had been eviscerated. My synthetic jugular vein had been torn out on the floor and there was a large gaping hole in my chest. Then the life faded from my metal eyes until I found myself restored, being kept on a flash drive while my new body was being made.