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(First Failed Story Concept)
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What is DTF? For a better understanding of the mysterious world
of acting, I, a journalism student with a business minor, infiltrated
the dark and sinister world of DTF. Actually, the dark and cynical
world is where I come from. DTF's world is rather cheery.
I did this to learn first hand the hideous and devious tools they
used to produce plays. Yes, the same plays that draw the largest
ORU crowds for activities other than dress-code-reducing sporting
events.
I exploited the loopholes that prevent most students from acting,
the terrible drop-add lines (that and a desire for a social life).
I nonchalantly signed up for Directing 336 with Dr. Lewandowski.
For nights I could not sleep, fearing that they would discover my
duplicity. I cannot tell you of the fright and terrors that greeted
me each time I saw a security officer drive by on his hot wheels.
I was sure that they had found me out.
They never did, and thus I successfully made it into the enviable
directing class. To prepare I spent my summer months polishing my
DTF disguise. I wore clothes that didn't match. I learned vocabulary
words from my old textbooks ("Reading is FUNdamental"
- a book I highly recommend). I practiced accents, slowed down my
speech, learned English, and wore my backpack with only one strap.
I stopped combing my hair - oh, wait I had already done that. And
when I ran into walls, which is my custom (the nose is not hereditary),
I pretended that I meant to.
I did all of these things in a desperate attempt to become one
of the few, the very proud, the DTF. But was unsuccessful. That
is until I learned this word (which saved me an aching nose), don't
act, react. I don't know what this means exactly, but it's a deep
DTF cliche.
My time as an undercover thespian in the ranks of the DTF, progressed
uneventfully until I was subjected to the cruelest interrogation
known to man. They asked me what my major was. I broke. I confessed
all. I cried. They applauded. It was weird. I thought I was in a
different world. The colors, the textures, the shapes, the carpeting
- everything seemed like it came from a foreign planet.
That is when I first noticed Howard Auditorium.
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