I just thought of this, I know it's really short. I'm working on another oneshot right now.
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Summary: Jade asks Sikowitz for some advice and he's surprisingly helpful.
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A Good Scene (Jikowitz)
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"What makes a scene good?" Cat asked one day while they were at lunch. She had asked Jade specifically, since she looked up to Jade as an actress.
"I don't know. Maybe if people feel certain emotions from it. If it seems real ?" Jade tried to answer.
"Okay," Cat smiled.
Jade had spent the majority of the rest of her day wondering the same thing.
Sikowitz spent a lot of time showing them acting exercises to help them become serious, but he never told them what made a good scene.
Jade decided she would ask the barefoot man what he thought. He would probably give her an answer, even if it was slightly crazy.
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"What makes a scene good?" Jade asked Sikowitz. He had made sure his students knew they could talk to him anytime about whatever they wanted. Jade had taken him up on that offer during her freshman year.
"Well, what do you mean, 'good'?" He asked, sipping his coconut.
"I don't know Sikowitz. How do you make people want to watch your performance? How do you make people have a connection with you?" She rolled her eyes at the man who was rubbing his beard dramatically.
"You know what, nevermind. I'll just-"
"No! Wait, young Jude. I have an answer," he told her. He made her sit down on the lip of the stage.
"Coconut?" She offered her. She rolled her eyes, about to stand up.
"Oh, right. Acting," Sikowitz half smiled.
"Okay. If really great actor or actress acts a scene that works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don't think, 'oh, I love this scene because it's universal.' That's not the reason anyone loves a play," he told her.
"The scene will be like a secret whisper from a dark secluded alleyway. Psst, you. Yeah, you. Hey kid. Yes you, with the face," Sikowitz whispered the last part in her ear.
Jade nodded, trying to understand his point.
"It's an individual shock to the heart, Judy. A grand old shock to the organ right here," Sikowitz put his hand on the left side of his chest, exaggerating the motion and butchering her name again.
"You may see one scene, my grandmother sees another scene, I see a different one. They are all the same scene. A really great scene will never strike anybody the same way and the large majority of people it'll never strike in any deep way at all. But, nevertheless, Jude, a really great scene is fluid enough to work its way into the mind and your soul and your heart through all kinds of different angles, twists and turns, in ways that are unique and peculiar and very specific to you. It will make your heart pound in your chest, because you feel so connected to it," Sikowitz told Jade.
The seriousness of his answer shocked her a little bit. She was expecting some spiel about coconuts or something equally ridiculous.
"Thanks," she said, eyeing her teacher who had immediately jumped to his feet.
"Good Ghandi! I'm late! I need to take that baby corn to the animal hospital!" Sikowitz suddenly yelled, picking up a baby corn from the corner of the room.
"He's sick," Sikowitz explained. Jade just rolled her eyes, leaving her crazy teacher to jump through the window.
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