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Hello, my dears!

I got bored. I know I mentioned pictures before from my production of Oliver Twist and here I present them to you! I may very well put up some video clips at some point in the future. What can I say? I'm an actress. I like attention and recognition I just need to a DVD of the second act. I have the first and third, not the second. And, frankly, I'd like to say I did my best work in the second. Depressing, no?

So! Without further ado, pictures! I've got both behind-the-scenes pictures because it's always fun to see us out of character and generally being dorks, and production photos. Granted, the production photos are not the greatest of quality.  Once the website puts up some better ones that will have been professionally photoshopped, I'll share those here. The production photos were taken by my grandmother.

And, I don't see why you'd want to, but if you want to, feel free to take and use. Just let me know what you use them for, any icons or whatever. I'd be flattered. Though I really have no idea why you'd want to do that.

NOT DIALUP SAFE. Just a warning.

Costume day! We all go over to the director's house, sit in the basement, strip in front of each other and decide that Fagin was most likely a Jedi. (This later plays a role when the boy who played Bill (Ethan) couldn't find his stick to try to beat Oliver with and instead pretended to use a lightsabre. He was kind of ridiculous weapons. He pantomimed a harpoon gun while we were getting ready for the robbery in rehearsals.)

Rose Maylie!

Sowerberry was secretly a pimp.

And I dated this guy! Twice! This is one of the many costumes we pulled out for him to wear. And possibly the creepiest picture of him in the world. Anyways, Fagin (Jeff).

The Artful Dodger shows off her wares.

Brownlow decides to take things into his own hands and shoot Monks.
Oh. Before I forget. Yes, we had much crossdressing. Fortunately, our Brownlow was used to it, as she played Mr. Crummels in Nicholas Nickleby. My lovely husband!

Noah Claypole.

Question of the day: Was he wearing pants or no? I really liked that jacket, by the way. It was just heavy as hell, so Ethan hated it. But it looked smashing on him.

Mrs. Mann and Mr. Bumble practice a scene on the floor.

Aren't we cute? Well, I think so. Actually, Ethan looks like a dork in this picture. Wait till you see him in makeup!

Bumble is REALLY groovy.

We had the Roman Polanski movie going on while we did costumes, and this is Ethan upon watching his own death. Or, maybe it was mine...I couldn't watch Nancy's death, and had to grab on to Ethan during it. Good fun.

The Jedi robe we put Jeff in for a bit. The tall guy in the background played Fang, and the cute kid next to him? Yeah, that's Oliver!

Backstage time! Yay! THEN you get production photos. THEN.

One of my brothers. This kid was hell backstage but it was fun to have him on board during the show.

My youngest brother! His hair has since been cut shorter, but what a doll. Couldn't stand to watch my death scene, so every time I was done with that I'd come find him and hug him. Seriously, it was cute. First time we finalized it (took about 20 times, I swear!) I came offstage and Grimwig said, "hey, I think you should find your littlest brother. He was looking kinda upset..." and turns out he had been crying! Awww.

Ethan gots his hair and makeup done. That's my mascara on his face, by the way. He and Jeff went looting through my makeup box (how in character!) and borrowed just about everything in there. Jeff even ruined my lipsticks shape.


Dodger (in Workhouse-Kid gear) and "Daddy Fagin"

If only the lighting had worked! Oliver and Nancy.

Jeff has this hobby of ruining pictures. And, this one certainly is a far cry from this picture taken a few weeks earlier.

One of my brothers and I. He still needed to get into costume. Lazy bum.

...My eyes look brown here. Just a fact. They're green.
Anyways, Ethan and I as everyone's favorite couple. I honestly think most of his makeup is mine. Anyway, it's really funny to look at this picture and realize how much he's changed. He's really a sweet guy.

Charley Bates!

The youngest brother and I. For not looking at the camera, it's pretty cute if I do say so meself.

Best friends! Rose and Nancy. We decided they were best friends, you see. Even though Rose was Dodger's wife after Dodger broke up his and Nancy's secret affair. LONG story. But, yeah, after doing the 'Going to Rose's House' scene valley-girl style (Ala House!, as scytheandroses decreed) we decided they were best friends. Sure, they meet on London Bridge every Sunday night, but on Friday nights, they get their nails done and go shoe shopping.

NOT really a cute picture of Timothy. But there he is, dressed up for the kidnapping.


Mrs. Mann and Bill in character. Bill's probably thinking 'I really wish this girl was Nancy'. But I doubt it.

Yeah, didn't work so well. At all.

PRODUCTION PHOTOS! YAY! THE REASON YOU'RE HERE! With quotes dug up by yours truly from Mr. Dickens' great book (of many) to help you get a better idea for what is going on. Some may not match up exactly, but, oh well.

The Bringing Back Of The Oliver/Fight Scene. I couldn't hold still during this scene, actually. EVERY photo from it is blurry on my account.

'What's the matter here!' said Fagin, looking round.
'The girl's gone mad, I think,' replied Sikes, savagely.
'No, she hasn't,' said Nancy, pale and breathless from the scuffle; 'no, she hasn't, Fagin; don't think it.'
'Then keep quiet, will you?' said the Jew, with a threatening look.

'No, I won't do that, neither,' replied Nancy, speaking very loud.

Notice Dodger lookin' all spiffy in her top hat. Jeff was worried that Timothy (Oliver) wouldn't look at him in the eyes again after doing this show. Man, that kid had to deal with A LOT of junk from us. I feel kinda bad.

'So you wanted to get away, my dear, did you?' said the Jew, taking up a jagged and knotted club which law in a corner of the fireplace; 'eh?'
Oliver made no reply. But he watched the Jew's motions, and breathed quickly.
'Wanted to get assistance; called for the police; did you?' sneered the Jew, catching the boy by the arm. 'We'll cure you of that, my young master.'

The timing on this was horrible to get right.

The Jew inflicted a smart blow on Oliver's shoulders with the club; and was raising it for a second, when the girl, rushing forward, wrested it from his hand. She flung it into the fire, with a force that brought some of the glowing coals whirling out into the room.

'God Almighty help me, I am!' cried the girl passionately; 'and I wish I had been struck dead in the street, or had changed places with them we passed so near to-night, before I had lent a hand in bringing him here. He's a thief, a liar, a devil, all that's bad, from this night forth. Isn't that enough for the old wretch, without blows?'


'Come, come, Sikes,' said the Jew appealing to him in a remonstratory tone, and motioning towards the boys, who were eagerly attentive to all that passed; 'we must have civil words; civil words, Bill.'
'Civil words!' cried the girl, whose passion was frightful to see. 'Civil words, you villain! Yes, you deserve 'em from me. I thieved for you when I was a child not half as old as this!' pointing to Oliver. 'I have been in the same trade, and in the same service, for twelve years since. Don't you know it? Speak out! Don't you know it?'

The girl said nothing more; but, tearing her hair and dress in a transport of passion, made such a rush at the Jew as would probably have left signal marks of her revenge upon him, had not her wrists been seized by Sikes at the right moment; upon which, she made a few ineffectual struggles, and fainted.
'She's all right now,' said Sikes, laying her down in a corner. 'She's uncommon strong in the arms, when she's up in this way.'

I was going to have bruises on my neck for this scene, but I didn't have time to do them. Plotting the robbery.

There,' said Sikes, smacking his lips. 'Now I'm ready.'
'For business?' inquired the Jew.
'For business,' replied Sikes; 'so say what you've got to say.'

Nancy followed the old man downstairs, with a candle. When they reached the passage, he laid his finger on his lip, and drawing close to the girl, said, in a whisper.
'What is it, Nancy, dear?'
'What do you mean?' replied the girl, in the same tone.
'The reason of all this,' replied Fagin.

Would be a cool picture. You know, if I weren't moving.

'I told you before,' replied Nancy, 'that I was afraid to speak to you there. I don't know why it is,' said the girl, shuddering, 'but I have such a fear and dread upon me to-night that I can hardly stand.'
'A fear of what?' asked the gentleman, who seemed to pity her.
'I scarcely know of what,' replied the girl. 'I wish I did. Horrible thoughts of death, and shrouds with blood upon them, and a fear that has made me burn as if I was on fire, have been upon me all day. I was reading a book to-night, to wile the time away, and the same things came into the print.'

You should have heard the people groan,' said Chitling; 'the officers fought like devils, or they'd have torn him away. He was down once, but they made a ring round him, and fought their way along. You should have seen how he looked about him, all muddy and bleeding, and clung to them as if they were his dearest friends. I can see 'em now, not able to stand upright with the pressing of the mob, and draggin him along amongst 'em; I can see the people jumping up, one behind another, and snarling with their teeth and making at him; I can see the blood upon his hair and beard, and hear the cries with which the women worked themselves into the centre of the crowd at the street corner, and swore they'd tear his heart out!'

Monks and Noah take a bow. Monks looked like Lucius Malfoy, by the way.

Brownlow and Rose. Brownlow wearing my own personal top hat which I donated to the production. It's hanging on my wall now. A little bent out of shape, but it's all good.

Bill and Fagin take a bow! They each came out with a weapon, Fagin with the stick, Bill with the gun. You can see the stick. Originally, we were going to have the three of us take a bow together and then Timothy come out all on his own, but then we thought about having all four of us do separate bows, but we wound up having those two go...

Then Timothy and I go! Then Timothy got a solo bow because he's Oliver.

The company! YAY!

Post-Bow dance party. See the HUGE height difference between Jeff, Ethan and I? Jeff is standing a little bit farther so you can't see he's as tall as he is. But he is. Timothy is only a head shorter than I or so. I considered getting heels, but realized for the stuff I had to do that'd make things worse (the green skirt was tacked up but by the end of every night the tacking had ripped) and I liked the height difference. Just a subtle way to show the power in the group, kinda.


And, a GOOD in character shot of the three of us. You can see the height difference a little bit better... And, ironically, both younger than me at the time of the show. I was (and still am) 17, and they were 16. Since then, Ethan turned 17 and for his birthday I got him a stick. He was REALLY confused for a few minutes.

Thanks for looking!

Enjoy! Now I'm missing the show even more. We want to revive it. Or, do the sequel. We'd make the sequel ourselves, you see. Apparently, there was talk during the show about creating And Then There Was Giles, about Rose's butler, because he's like, the only one that survives. Other than, you know, the good people. Timothy and I were talking and decided that we'd have lots of flashback sequences so Jeff, Ethan and I could be in it. It would involve, somehow, tea in Fagin's Treehouse. (The treehouse, because, we have this stump that we manage to get into about EVERY PLAY. We even managed to make it work in Nicholas Nickleby. Unfortunately, no such luck with Oliver Twist. I then realized, after the show had been done, that we could have put it into Fagin's den and made it Fagin's Treehouse. Timothy said then he would have been a good kid and not tried to run away because it was a treehouse. And then I would have lived. And everything would have worked out for the best.) And that's the story of the treehouse.

...I just realized through that entire thing I kept exchanging names. Timothy/Oliver, Ethan/Bill (I was the only person in the cast who, out of character, called him Bill. Even Ethan called him Sikes.), Jeff/Fagin, I/Nancy. Wow.

Thanks for reading my ramblings and all that jazz. I really tend to ramble.

P.S. I realized my icon is actually quite appropriate. And that just made my day.
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On August 7th, 2007 01:55 am (UTC), scytheandroses commented:
Okay, going to have to look 'em over later, but initial reaction to glancing over the pictures: SO MUCH FUN. :D More win, and all that, 'cause yeah.
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On August 7th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC), asgt replied:
Hahaha! It was so much fun. It made my life. And now I have all these ridiculous stories about Bill being a dinosaur and my friend Nick walking up to me during rehearsal and handing me a quarter. I looked at him for a second and asked him, "What the hell is this for- Oh. My. God." And Ethan, us about to go on turning to me and practically yelling, "YOU'RE A WHORE?" "...Um, yeah... We've been making jokes about it for ages..."
And the corruption of Timothy. Poor kid. More on that if you want it.
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On August 7th, 2007 05:00 am (UTC), undermywheels commented:
Awwww! The kids are so cute. That looks like it was a lot of fun.
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On August 7th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC), asgt replied:
They were. Except for, the random children we had running around were at tad bit irritating. Especially in scenes with them. Seriously. We had to reblock the scene where Dodger brings Oliver to the den about a thousand times over because they forgot what they were doing. And they NEVER picked up their cues!
"And the rest of you, introduce yourselves."
*awkard pause*
"Oh. I'm [Insert name]." And they were never loud enough. Yeaaaah. Other than that, they were cute. My brothers were cute. Timothy was cute. The girl who couldn't remember my name so called me Nancy during the entire thing was cute. Her brother was cute. It was grand.

Definatly a lot of fun.
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On August 8th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC), undermywheels replied:
The girl who couldn't remember my name so called me Nancy during the entire thing was cute.

Awww! Also, I forgot to mention, the costumes are really good. My sister's school did Oliver! a few years ago and they were all wrong. Some even looked like 18th-century Marie Antoinette rejects.
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On August 8th, 2007 03:27 am (UTC), asgt replied:
Fun. We did Oliver! when I was in 7th grade. I think I mentioned that in my intro post...

Those costumes we grabbed from the director's closet. My only complaint was that I didn't wear red. I wanted to wear the Iconic Red Dress that she wears in ANYTHING. But, no. I got a shirt that looked like a bruise. My other complaint was that I didn't actually go through with it and shade in more cleavage. While watching Roman Polanski's movie, we decided that Nancy's boobs entered the scene first, then her. They were their own separate character. I just wore a pushup :D.

My friend's head of the costume crew at my school and she told me that, during the show, all she wanted to do was run onstage and mess up Jeff's hair because he'd greased it, then under his shandy old man hat it got screwy. Meanwhile every five minutes Ethan would pull me aside and say, "Nancy, my hair alright?". Twas great. We like, constantly referred to each other by character name backstage. It helped me stay in character, actually. From the 1st intermission to beginning of act 2 was brutal for me to stay IC. I didn't do much the first act and hated it so blargh because then I jump right in at the top of act 2 and kidnap a kid. Weee!
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On August 9th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC), undermywheels replied:
She does always seem to wear a red dress, haha. But I think your costume looked great, bruise or not XD.

That is a good way to stay in character!
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On August 9th, 2007 02:57 am (UTC), asgt replied:
And I want that red dress.

Yeah. I remember one night it was horrible during said first intermission. I honestly was having a lot of trouble and just pacing back and forth. My friend Nick came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders and I shrugged him off, telling me not to touch me. He lets go and says, "Sorry, Nancy." and BOOM! Just like that. Back in character. It was a really hard way to leap into an act. First line being me, grabbing the kid yelling, "Oh, Oliver! I've found you! Oh, my dear little brother!" etc. Yeah :D
Second act to third act was easier as I had left the stage after setting up the London Bridge meeting and Dodger gets sent to Australia and the next act I enter to set up a house and look wife-like and leave only to enter a few seconds later to go to the bridge. So it was a lot easier. I don't know.
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