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The Chain Unbroken
A journey through the centuries, from the time of
Jesus until now. See how the saints have linked the chain of
our faith.
My favorite scene in this entire play
was the St. Gianna dying scene.
During the performances some of us would sneak out into the
gymnasium
and watch it. I don't think anyone could watch that
scene without tearing up!
~Laura, senior
When
we were working on The Chain Unbroken, some of the backstage crew
got the bright idea of putting a whoopee cushion under someone.
Since I was the only one who sat down on a covered chair, I
was dubbed the receiver of such a prank.
It was in the middle of the serious part of the play and I
had just prepared myself to do a very serious rendition of the
conversion of St. Edith Stein.
In the play, Edith goes to a friend’s house and discovers a
Catholic book in the library. Being
a brilliant woman and philosopher, she soon realizes what her life
has been missing and converts to the Catholic Faith.
During the day of practicing, it seemed that nothing had been
going right and everyone was hot and tired.
After being frustrated at how little progress had been made
that day, I decided that I would go out on that stage and show
everyone how they “should” have been performing that day.
I was going to show them how to act.
Just as I was about to go onstage, one of the crew (who
wasn’t in on the scheme) noticed that the chair cover was on
backwards, so he went to fix it.
I should have known something was fishy when the rest of the
crew wouldn’t let him pull the cover off the chair.
Impatient to get on with the scene, the curtains opened and I
stepped out onto the stage.
I went on with the scene, thinking about the fuss the crew
had made over the chair. As
I went to sit down on the chair, it suddenly dawned on me.
As the rest of the cast and crew howled in laughter I angrily
threw the whoopee cushion at the crew and tried to continue the
scene. “Oh, we’re
not laughing at you!” one of my friends reassured me.
I was not at all calm. Somehow
I managed to finish the scene and walked off stage.
Later I was informed that they had wished to attached a
microphone to the whoopee cushion (fortunately for me, the
microphones had not yet arrived).
On the whole, no matter how I felt then, it still makes a
good memory.
– Mary, Senior (everyone knows who it was anyway!)