I think there is a need to use English to describe it all: the movement, the action, the brief moment of sunlight and snow. Our first meetings were very much the same: just sitting there and discussing questions containing who, when, where, why, and above all else, what. Sometimes a few others would join in to brainstorm ideas on the play script. I remember we started out with an idea from Charles Dickens. Things became more and more exciting as ideas popped out of nowhere. On one Saturday morning (ah, imagine getting up on an early Saturday morning during winter), me, Byron , Leo, Ricky and Amadeus sat in the court of the College of Business trying to think up a good idea for a play script. After some time of discussion, Byron hit upon Earnest Hemmingway’s “Hills Like White elephants.” I had never read the story myself, but hours later, I was sitting in front of my computer at home, typing out my first manuscript of Clouds like Metal Hammers, about the story of the unborn child in “Hills Like White Elephants.” We decided to use this one, but there was still so much to be desired. With the help of Professor Ssutu and Byron, I changed it again and again until it was finally workable. Finally, we were ready for our next move. And everything just kept on growing. The actors appeared before our eyes, just as we anticipated. The script sort of rewrote itself overnight and became our near final. Our director was already reading the script and giving opinions on the acting. Actors began memorizing their lines since winter vacation. And so did I, start to change, as I saw the words on the paper come to life, as did my dream. I could not describe how I managed to survive these past few months. Maybe I didn’t survive, I died halfway, and a new life began. School work was no longer my first priority. Relationships with classmates started to grow. I started my dorm life and began to go to bed later than I ever had. The bottom of my monitor was always flashing with orange lights as many people came knocking. It was just an unbelievable period of time. 终於，大日子到了。其实当天气氛很神秘。我上完会计课跟两个企管系的学妹去吃池王冠 ，心中一种numbness，其实心里很紧张却感觉不出来，虽然不是第一次，但仍然很兴奋： 这次一定可以拿出最完美的演出呈现给全系看。 到了山上时，一些担心的情绪开始出现：万一观众看不懂呢？万一布景来不及上呢？万一 万一…等到化妆开始才稍稍平静一点，看到大家又说又笑，可以说是放心不少。 进场了！ Oops…拜伦…我?谢幕的稿子呢…(惊)…(找)…惊，不见了!! 结果我们就在那里边看大一剧，边临时编谢幕，可以说是精采万分 (当然精采是可以apply to freshman play and the situation at hand) 实在想不出名字，只好翻通讯录，凭印象有那些有参与。写完时已经有很刺激的感觉， 而大一剧也差不多该结束了。换我们上场了。 And oh, the excitement! You can feel it in the air! 整出戏台下一片安静，只有偶然的笑声，其它时候却是宁静、不安的气氛。我上台时，我 被那音乐与灯光震慑住，尤其是当我说到 “I don’t care about me.”灯光瞬间转红、 音乐曲调充满诡谲的无奈，似乎是反射着故事中女生对於自己所说的话感到不确定又恐惧 ，却又要装作不害怕、心甘情愿，虽然之前有听过两次，但这一次，台下完全无声，大家 凝视着我?的下一步，而我融入了情境。 最後剧的结束太完美了—那音乐、那灯光，後来听同学说，人都透明了，被舞台效果看透 、解析。剧情也是勾引着所有人，带大家一起尝试逃脱，却注定失败。 --

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