Repetitive Resentment

Staring into the eyes of a good good friend of mine, screaming, begging her to help me, and getting nothing helpful in return. Every time she refused the fuse inside my chest got thinner and shorter. I could feel my face turn red as a beet. My chest tightened, my arms flailed in the air, and my voice traveled like a bullet into her head. "HELP ME!" I'd scream, and in return i'd hear "HELP YOURSELF!" "HELP ME!" "HELP YOURSELF" Each repetition filled me with more and more pure resentment. Acting had never been so easy because it was no longer pretend. Every word was filled with raging true emotion! The simple task of repeating phrases and exerting energy created a whole new style of acting. This first workshop was a great experience and I couldn't wait for the next session.