Couldn't you just write the thank yous down?
Never volunteer for anything! - I'll be back saturday
"Thank you to anyone who thought about this project. I'd name names, but then someone would get left out and then I'd be in trouble, and I'm not being paid enough to take that kind of flak. Actually, I'm not being paid at all, so screw you. Thanks Mom! Dad! Little Joey and Tiny Tim. God Bless and Merry Christmas!"
Wow man. Those negative nancy fuckers would be going home with broken noses and flat tires.
You da man, Dolash.
You da man, Dolash.
The lesson here is, always volunteer for everything!
Well, this final night of the performance was the fairy-tale wonder of everything turning out all right in the end. However, to tell it best, I will now write a script version of events, as I've been getting a lot of script practice lately. Without further ado, I present Dolash's Great Night.
Dolash: Blarg, I am not in a good mood! The producers aren't supportive and the performance still has holes, especially in closing! I will certainly never volunteer again for this sort of thing! Nevertheless, I must do this final performance.
*Dolash goes to his corner, to await the opening music*
Dolash: Now to spend the next half hour repeating my lines and stretching - wait, Jeremy Biden, what are you doing here?
JD: I'm here to push you out at the right moment, so you don't miss your cue.
Dolash: What? But you shall break my pre-show zen! There will be disaster!
JD: I am only following orders from my master, Jeremy VanSlyke - do the producer's bidding, or your mic shall be cut!
Dolash: Curses! Must this man confound me at every turn? Wait, who is that which I can espy in the crowd tonight? My friends came last night, as did my family, so that means it's Melinda Jacobs!
Melinda: *is attractive*
JD: You must practice your lines, not oggle the audience! So sayeth the mighty producer - do his bidding, or your mic shall be cut!
Dolash: Grr....
*Music starts, is interrupted, starts again, is interrupted*
JD: Go! *pushes Dolash*
Dolash: Wait, what? Eargh!
*Dolash stumbles through opening speech, forgets to thank sponsors. Audience is strangely quiet and unresponsive. Our hero is metaphorically dying on stage! Is now off-stage, preparing to introduce next act.*
Dolash: I must not let these setbacks stop me! So shall I focus all of my talent and strength into making a superior performance!
*Thus enfused with power, Dolash goes on to do a great show - people finally remember how to clap and laugh. Were I in charge of the special effects, there would also have been an explosion, but there wasn't.*
Dolash: Hurrah! I have triumphed - the rest now lies in the hands of my co-hosts, Bobby and Jared.
Melinda: Oh, hey Jack, good job.
Dolash: Thanks, mind if I watch the second act with you and your friends?
Melinda: Okay.
Bobby and Jared: *Are super-awesome funny*
Dolash's mind: Now all that remains is that they do a great ending - but can their silly antics translate into a great finish?
B and J: Well, the show is over, so we'd like to call everyone back up on stage!
*Dolash joins everyone on stage, sings most of school song and cheer, ending is once again deserving of explosions.*
Dolash: What an ending, but unfortunately, now I must pass off the stage and through the producer's lair - I can only hope Luke doesn't break my thumbs!
Luke: Great job!
Producer one: You were the MC out there, I'm sorry I doubted you!
Producer two: I mean sincere thanks to you tonight, you did a great job!
Dolash: Huzzah! A good evening was had, but alas! In the confusion of going up on stage and back again, I lost sight of Melinda *Is disappointed*
*Dolash starts walking home. Car pulls up.*
Melinda: Hey Jack, need a ride?
*Is no longer disappointed*
*Nothin happens guys, I just get driven home :D *
And such is the tale of Dolash's great night!
Normal posting should resume some time soon, if not tonight then tomorrow.
Well, this final night of the performance was the fairy-tale wonder of everything turning out all right in the end. However, to tell it best, I will now write a script version of events, as I've been getting a lot of script practice lately. Without further ado, I present Dolash's Great Night.
Dolash: Blarg, I am not in a good mood! The producers aren't supportive and the performance still has holes, especially in closing! I will certainly never volunteer again for this sort of thing! Nevertheless, I must do this final performance.
*Dolash goes to his corner, to await the opening music*
Dolash: Now to spend the next half hour repeating my lines and stretching - wait, Jeremy Biden, what are you doing here?
JD: I'm here to push you out at the right moment, so you don't miss your cue.
Dolash: What? But you shall break my pre-show zen! There will be disaster!
JD: I am only following orders from my master, Jeremy VanSlyke - do the producer's bidding, or your mic shall be cut!
Dolash: Curses! Must this man confound me at every turn? Wait, who is that which I can espy in the crowd tonight? My friends came last night, as did my family, so that means it's Melinda Jacobs!
Melinda: *is attractive*
JD: You must practice your lines, not oggle the audience! So sayeth the mighty producer - do his bidding, or your mic shall be cut!
Dolash: Grr....
*Music starts, is interrupted, starts again, is interrupted*
JD: Go! *pushes Dolash*
Dolash: Wait, what? Eargh!
*Dolash stumbles through opening speech, forgets to thank sponsors. Audience is strangely quiet and unresponsive. Our hero is metaphorically dying on stage! Is now off-stage, preparing to introduce next act.*
Dolash: I must not let these setbacks stop me! So shall I focus all of my talent and strength into making a superior performance!
*Thus enfused with power, Dolash goes on to do a great show - people finally remember how to clap and laugh. Were I in charge of the special effects, there would also have been an explosion, but there wasn't.*
Dolash: Hurrah! I have triumphed - the rest now lies in the hands of my co-hosts, Bobby and Jared.
Melinda: Oh, hey Jack, good job.
Dolash: Thanks, mind if I watch the second act with you and your friends?
Melinda: Okay.
Bobby and Jared: *Are super-awesome funny*
Dolash's mind: Now all that remains is that they do a great ending - but can their silly antics translate into a great finish?
B and J: Well, the show is over, so we'd like to call everyone back up on stage!
*Dolash joins everyone on stage, sings most of school song and cheer, ending is once again deserving of explosions.*
Dolash: What an ending, but unfortunately, now I must pass off the stage and through the producer's lair - I can only hope Luke doesn't break my thumbs!
Luke: Great job!
Producer one: You were the MC out there, I'm sorry I doubted you!
Producer two: I mean sincere thanks to you tonight, you did a great job!
Dolash: Huzzah! A good evening was had, but alas! In the confusion of going up on stage and back again, I lost sight of Melinda *Is disappointed*
*Dolash starts walking home. Car pulls up.*
Melinda: Hey Jack, need a ride?
*Is no longer disappointed*
*Nothin happens guys, I just get driven home :D *
And such is the tale of Dolash's great night!
Normal posting should resume some time soon, if not tonight then tomorrow.
I'm ashamed of you Dolash. Nothing happening? *shakes his head*
Dolash man. You gotta make your move.
You know me, Marth - no move shall be taken without adequete prologue threads and year-long discussion of the planned move, along with intricate and thrice-altered planning that is easily jolted by passing conversation.
regular macdaddy...
Was it her car and her driving? Cause if so, that's your chance. If not and her parents are there you should have been like "So, want to hang out tomorrow night?" or something.