In our development phase we started off with a train station.

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Elliot Rushen

Development Phase.

 In our development phase we started off with a train station. We had all sorts of people. We had police, teenagers, lost people, foreign people, a pickpocket and old people. We also had people calling out the train times arrival and boarding. It was incredibly realistic. I played a man about thirty who had lost his daughter. I acted this out by constantly rubbing my face and itching my head in worry. I also looked quite down and upset as a man would. I asked people if they had seen a young girl with short blond hair and a red coat. A lot of people ignored me as they were busy trying to get from place to place.

Then I was asked to act like a homeless person. Nobody but me knew that I had been introduced so that we could find out different peoples reactions. I felt sad and lonely. Despite the crowds of people you still felt isolated. I went and sat down quietly in a corner with my blazer as my blanket. I asked people for money most the looked down at me in discussed. Then some women came along and took me with them. They sat me down and gave me some  money and a drink. They kept me warm an companied. The strange thing was that I didn’t like all the attention. It seemed to much. This could be because you feel like you can’t trust anybody.
I was then asked to enter a males toilet with to men wither side of the cubical. The only place left was to go in the middle. The men looked round at me and then started commenting on the smell of me. I didn’t bother going to the toilet and left. It felt like there was much point on ruining other peoples time by being there. You don’t feel wanted by people and when people do help you to much u feel like they are mocking you.

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We then had to do a monologue with only using one prop. Whatever it was we did it had to be related to homeless people in some way. In my monologue I sat centre stage with a light shining on my. You could move into the dark to show remorse or sadness. My monologue was something like this:-

(Knelt down centre stage) Who am I?(pause and looks around looking confuse) I don’t know anymore (sadly and looking upset) I see these people pass me in the street, WHO LOOK AT ME IN DISCUST (said quite strongly and sat ...

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