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. 終於，大日子到了。其實當天氣氛很神秘。我上完會計課跟兩個企管系的學妹去吃池王冠 ，心中一種numbness，其實心裡很緊張卻感覺不出來，雖然不是第一次，但仍然很興奮： 這次一定可以拿出最完美的演出呈現給全系看。 到了山上時，一些擔心的情緒開始出現：萬一觀眾看不懂呢？萬一佈景來不及上呢？萬一 萬一…等到化妝開始才稍稍平靜一點，看到大家又說又笑，可以說是放心不少。 進場了！ Oops…拜倫…我?謝幕的稿子呢…(驚)…(找)…驚，不見了!! 結果我們就在那裡邊看大一劇，邊臨時編謝幕，可以說是精采萬分 (當然精采是可以apply to freshman play and the situation at hand) 實在想不出名字，只好翻通訊錄，憑印象有那些有參與。寫完時已經有很刺激的感覺， 而大一劇也差不多該結束了。換我們上場了。 And oh, the excitement! You can feel it in the air! 整齣戲台下一片安靜，只有偶然的笑聲，其它時候卻是寧靜、不安的氣氛。我上台時，我 被那音樂與燈光震懾住，尤其是當我說到 “I don’t care about me.”燈光瞬間轉紅、 音樂曲調充滿詭譎的無奈，似乎是反射著故事中女生對於自己所說的話感到不確定又恐懼 ，卻又要裝作不害怕、心甘情願，雖然之前有聽過兩次，但這一次，台下完全無聲，大家 凝視著我?的下一步，而我融入了情境。 最後劇的結束太完美了—那音樂、那燈光，後來聽同學說，人都透明了，被舞臺效果看透 、解析。劇情也是勾引著所有人，帶大家一起嘗試逃脫，卻注定失敗。 --

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