Hey
Ive just put my 2nd draft of marketing and descriptive writing up, not really sure how to improve on them, and suggestions. Also finding my academic style writing piece hard over half way with it, will be up as soon as.
thanks laura
Monday, 7 December 2009
Descriptive Style Draft 2
We were interrupted by the very loud ringing of a school bell, the high pitched sound echoed in my ears, silence rippled amongst us as we all became still. We all set our eyes upon the large black and white plastic clock above the hall entrance, and realised our fate, the first performance of ‘Tales from Geppetto’s workshop’ was about to draw back its curtains to an audience for the first time. Our hard work, which felt like our new born baby, was about to be examined by the most honest audience participant a performer could ever have, children.
I took a very heavy long breath to calm my heart which was thumping like a bass drum, as I prepared myself in my first stone statue like position. We all waited in suspense as I could hear thee cheeky, chirpy children’s voices bellowing through the door.
Suddenly the grand doors which looked liked they had grown taller in seconds swung open with a gust of wind throwing dust in my eyes. Through the doors entered a woman surfing a wave of children’s hands of pulling and tugging innocent happy children who were all walking on their tip toes with excitement, all ready for a new day of fun learning, knowing they had a very special treat in store.
Staring with joy at our brightly coloured costumes so much that they were bumping into each other like a small car pileup. Roars of ‘wows’ and ‘oooo’s’ came from the eager children as Mark; a fellow performer, balanced on one hand up side down. This broke the imaginary divider between the performers and the audience, as it seemed each child started to ask a million and one questions all at the same time.
But before I could answer any of them the show had begin, cue music, I could feel my nerves rippling from my toes up to my head, cue actors, I swallowed a deep breath to compose myself and it was me in the beaming limelight. My eyes witnessed nearly two hundred children in a sea of red uniform staring wide eyed at me.
Without panicking my nerves I introduced my character with confidence and pride in a low strong voice, ‘Pinocchi-A’. I am a talented musical wind-up toy who is old and wise that loves to perform. I lapped up the children’s staring eyes as I told my story, ‘I was first created very slow, created without any flow, quickly made from head to toe, my joints would stop and start to go, but my secret passion and my dream, is to make my sound and to be seen, telling jokes the stage was mine, but my jaw got stuck…’ and I was joined by a fluffy, yellow and white friend my conscience in the show Jimmy chick, a magical puppet.
Each life size toy in the magical workshop told their secret story through verse and rhythm and introduced their conscience, except the newest toy that has just been freshly made. Our quests, to all find her story and conscience. We search high and low through the musical land of blowing trombones and smashing symbols, exploring the five W’s laboratory where the nutty professors have given up on all of their beautiful inventions. The beautiful wooden puppet gave encouragement, solutions and ideas to make each toy we all meet happy with joy. For this the caring puppet was granted a wish for what ever she wanted.
The show went down a treat leaving our very hungry audience wanting even more, the rippling sea of claps and beams of smiles, left me feeling that my engine of enjoyment has been refilled with the inspiration of their energy.
I took a very heavy long breath to calm my heart which was thumping like a bass drum, as I prepared myself in my first stone statue like position. We all waited in suspense as I could hear thee cheeky, chirpy children’s voices bellowing through the door.
Suddenly the grand doors which looked liked they had grown taller in seconds swung open with a gust of wind throwing dust in my eyes. Through the doors entered a woman surfing a wave of children’s hands of pulling and tugging innocent happy children who were all walking on their tip toes with excitement, all ready for a new day of fun learning, knowing they had a very special treat in store.
Staring with joy at our brightly coloured costumes so much that they were bumping into each other like a small car pileup. Roars of ‘wows’ and ‘oooo’s’ came from the eager children as Mark; a fellow performer, balanced on one hand up side down. This broke the imaginary divider between the performers and the audience, as it seemed each child started to ask a million and one questions all at the same time.
But before I could answer any of them the show had begin, cue music, I could feel my nerves rippling from my toes up to my head, cue actors, I swallowed a deep breath to compose myself and it was me in the beaming limelight. My eyes witnessed nearly two hundred children in a sea of red uniform staring wide eyed at me.
Without panicking my nerves I introduced my character with confidence and pride in a low strong voice, ‘Pinocchi-A’. I am a talented musical wind-up toy who is old and wise that loves to perform. I lapped up the children’s staring eyes as I told my story, ‘I was first created very slow, created without any flow, quickly made from head to toe, my joints would stop and start to go, but my secret passion and my dream, is to make my sound and to be seen, telling jokes the stage was mine, but my jaw got stuck…’ and I was joined by a fluffy, yellow and white friend my conscience in the show Jimmy chick, a magical puppet.
Each life size toy in the magical workshop told their secret story through verse and rhythm and introduced their conscience, except the newest toy that has just been freshly made. Our quests, to all find her story and conscience. We search high and low through the musical land of blowing trombones and smashing symbols, exploring the five W’s laboratory where the nutty professors have given up on all of their beautiful inventions. The beautiful wooden puppet gave encouragement, solutions and ideas to make each toy we all meet happy with joy. For this the caring puppet was granted a wish for what ever she wanted.
The show went down a treat leaving our very hungry audience wanting even more, the rippling sea of claps and beams of smiles, left me feeling that my engine of enjoyment has been refilled with the inspiration of their energy.
Marketing style draft 2
CHRISTMAS ‘TALES FROM THE SHED’ – ‘TALES FROM GEPPETTO’S WORKSHOP’
This Christmas do something different with your family; come to Chickenshed and experience the magical theatre for children this winter in Geppetto’s Workshop for a limited time only!
Come and join the world where everybody can share together, explore and believe in the magic and make it happen!
After a sell out tour of Christmas Tales last year, the Chickenshed Tales team are back with a newly devised, fun packed entertaining adaptation of Pinocchio’s story called ‘Tales from Geppetto’s workshop’. Our story follows the toys that are left behind in Geppetto’s workshop. You will all be apart of the story of the most recent toy created, a puppet who has no story, we will all embark on a journey to discover her story, with a little help from a few of our familiar friends from the shed and also some new ones too all helping the puppet complete three good deeds to grant the puppet her wish of what ever she wants. But what does she wish for? Come and find out in Geppetto’s workshop!
A Show where there is no edge to the stage, YOU, ME and US will create this story!
This is a fantastic way to stimulate your child’s creative imagination while eing educated to The Early Years Foundation Stage (EYFS). ‘Tales of Geppetto’s Workshop’ looks at the themes of giving, growing and learning to love who we are, using song, slapstick, puppetry, interaction and improvisation. ‘Tales from the shed is part of Chickenshed’s inclusive theatre programme, which has been created for ALL children to participate in and enjoy, for every child to learn in an creative environment.
So book now and let us see what we can create together!
Chickenshed Theatre Dates: Sat 12th, Sat 19th and Wed 23rd December
Times: 10am & 11.30am
Tickets: £5
Age recommendation: Tales from Geppetto’s workshop is for everyone up to the age of 7 years.
Booking information: To book tickets, please contact the Box Office on 020 8292 9222, email bookings@chickenshed.org.uk or for textphone users call 18001 020 8292 9222 (Typetalk).
Not only is this Christmas Tales production at Chickenshed Theatre for selective dates with a bigger cast and bigger ambitions, but the ‘Tales from Geppetto’s Workshop’ could be in your school too. With an interactive showcase of performance and workshop for Nursery to Yr2 age children.
School Bookings:
Schools can book this combination of:
A 45 minute interactive performance for up to 200 Key Stage One children and a 45 minute workshop following the show for 2 classes (up to 60 children).
Dates: Monday to Friday of weeks commencing 23rd November, 30th November and further opportunities during weeks commencing 7th and 14th December.
Times: 10.00 – 11.30am & 1.15 – 2.45pm
Cost: The cost for the performance and workshop, which come together as a linked package is £275.
A 45 minute interactive performance for up to 200 Key Stage One children and a 45 minute workshop following the show for 2 classes (up to 60 children).
Dates: Monday to Friday of weeks commencing 23rd November, 30th November and further opportunities during weeks commencing 7th and 14th December.
Times: 10.00 – 11.30am & 1.15 – 2.45pm
Cost: The cost for the performance and workshop, which come together as a linked package is £275.
Don’t miss out this Christmas on a magical adventure where toys come to life and wishes come true!
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
Writing Style 2
We were interrupted by the very loud ringing of a school bell, the high pitched sound echoed in my ears, silence rippled amongst us as we all became still. We all set our eyes upon the large black and white plastic clock above the hall entrance, and realised our fate, the first performance of ‘Tales from Geppetto’s workshop’ was about to draw back its curtains to an audience for the first time. Our hard work, which felt like our new born baby, was about to be examined by the most honest audience participant a performer could ever have, children. I took a very heavy long breath to calm my heart which was thumping like a bass drum, as I prepared myself in my first stone statue like position. We all waited in suspense as I could hear thee cheeky, chirpy children’s voices bellowing through the door.
Suddenly the grand doors which looked liked they had grown taller in seconds swung open with a gust of wind throwing dust in my eyes. Through the doors entered a woman surfing a wave of children’s hands of pulling and tugging innocent happy children who were all walking on their tip toes with excitement, all ready for a new day of fun learning, knowing they had a very special treat in store. Staring with joy at our brightly coloured costumes so much that they were bumping into each other like a small car pileup. Roars of ‘wows’ and ‘oooo’s’ came from the eager children as Mark; a fellow performer, balanced on one hand up side down. This broke the imaginary divider between the performers and the audience, as it seemed each child started to ask a million and one questions all at the same time. But before I could answer any of them the show had begin, cue music, I could feel my nerves rippling from my toes up to my head, cue actors, I swallowed a deep breath to compose myself and it was me in the beaming limelight. My eyes witnessed nearly two hundred children in a sea of red uniform staring wide eyed at me. And without panicking my nerves I introduced my character with confidence and pride, ‘Pinocchi-A I was first created very slow, created without any flow, quickly made from head to toe, my joints would stop and start to go, but my secret passion and my dream, is to make my sound and to be seen, telling jokes the stage was mine, but my jaw got stuck…’ and I was joined by a fluffy, yellow and white friend my conscience in the show Jimmy chick, a magical puppet who helped me through the show with spontaneous improvisation.
The show went down a treat leaving our very hungry audience wanting even more, the rippling sea of claps and beams of smiles, left me feeling that my engine of enjoyment has been refilled with the inspiration of their energy.
Suddenly the grand doors which looked liked they had grown taller in seconds swung open with a gust of wind throwing dust in my eyes. Through the doors entered a woman surfing a wave of children’s hands of pulling and tugging innocent happy children who were all walking on their tip toes with excitement, all ready for a new day of fun learning, knowing they had a very special treat in store. Staring with joy at our brightly coloured costumes so much that they were bumping into each other like a small car pileup. Roars of ‘wows’ and ‘oooo’s’ came from the eager children as Mark; a fellow performer, balanced on one hand up side down. This broke the imaginary divider between the performers and the audience, as it seemed each child started to ask a million and one questions all at the same time. But before I could answer any of them the show had begin, cue music, I could feel my nerves rippling from my toes up to my head, cue actors, I swallowed a deep breath to compose myself and it was me in the beaming limelight. My eyes witnessed nearly two hundred children in a sea of red uniform staring wide eyed at me. And without panicking my nerves I introduced my character with confidence and pride, ‘Pinocchi-A I was first created very slow, created without any flow, quickly made from head to toe, my joints would stop and start to go, but my secret passion and my dream, is to make my sound and to be seen, telling jokes the stage was mine, but my jaw got stuck…’ and I was joined by a fluffy, yellow and white friend my conscience in the show Jimmy chick, a magical puppet who helped me through the show with spontaneous improvisation.
The show went down a treat leaving our very hungry audience wanting even more, the rippling sea of claps and beams of smiles, left me feeling that my engine of enjoyment has been refilled with the inspiration of their energy.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)