The next few drama lessons were interesting to say the least. Mr Kirkland had tried as hard as he could to make the lessons interesting. But unfortunately it was a long uphill struggle. The class didn't like having to so mountains of theory in such a practical subject. Especially Alfred Jones, who also had a habit of spacing out during his talks.
"Right can you all please read your scripts ready for next lesson. I want to look at your analysis of the opening scene and the characters. Can you all please write a short paragraph about it to share next lesson." Mr Kirkland instructed writing it up on the board as he said it. There were grumbles and murmurs from the rest of the class. He turned around and sighed.
"When are we gonna do anything practical?" Alfred whined. He was so fed up of all this reading and writing. Mr Kirkland looked to Alfred.
"Look Alfred... after we have done a discussion on the opening scene you guys can split of into groups and rehearse the scene in what every style you want. This whole section is so you can devise your own concepts for the play." Alfred''s eyes lit up at this news.
"See Alfred." His brother whispered. "Not much longer to wait."
"Excuse me sir?" Ivan asked. Mr Kirkland turn to him.
"Yes Ivan." He asked looking to the slightly creepy russian student. Ivan smiled to him.
"When you say we need to devise our own concepts. What exactly do you mean?" He asked in his normal voice. Arthur seemed to shudder at this. He didn't mind answering questions, but Ivan always seemed to be trying to catch him out. Mr Kirkland took a deep breath.
"Before we go to watch the live performance I want us to work though the set script. You will need to read the whole thing and have some idea and way in which you want to cast and direct it. The first two section's of your paper rely on you having a working concept that you can write about. Thank you Ivan that was a good question." Ivan smiled in his seat, somehow looking a lot creepier doing so. Alfred paused for thought... if he had to read and write about the script. They were not going to have many practical lesson.
"How do we work on the concepts?" Lovino asked from his seat. He didn't like this idea of creating his own concept. It sounded like way too much work.
"I'll be running some workshops in these lessons where we will meet at the beginning and read through a section of script. We will then have a discussion on what we think the meanings are in the scene. After that you can split off and work on your own or in pairs on each scene, thinking on how you would perform the piece." Mr Kirkland explained to the class. They all nodded and muttered. It was a very different style of teaching that they were used to. Alfred had started to zone out again. He didn't know why but he couldn't help but stare at Mr. Kirkland. His shaggy blond hair, his emerald eyes he was very attractive. If only he didn't have to teach all this boring theory work. Then again... theory wasn't so bad as he got to listen to him speak... his kind innocent voice... Alfred almost wanted to... "Alfred are you paying attention?"
"Huh?" He shook himself back to focus. He couldn't be thinking about doing that! About his teacher made it even worse. He felt his face heat up as he panicked about the thoughts that were running through his head. It was made even worse as those emerald eyes locked onto his.
"Can I please see you after lesson." Mr Kirkland said after catching Alfred spacing out yet again. It was the 7th time that week he'd done this. And they had only had 2 lessons. He really questioned Alfred's attention span.
"Yes sir." He managed in a squeak. He quickly coughed. "Yes sir." He said in his more normal tone. Arthur nodded. Something was bothering him. As he said that the bell rang signalling end of class. Lovino backed up his stuff and left through the fire exit than the normal door for... obvious reasons. Ivan and Natalia packed up and walked out together. Matthew looked to Alfred who just kicked back in his eat.
"Have you any idea what this could be for?" Matthew asked worried that Alfred may be in trouble. Alfred shrugging in response.
"I haven't a clue." Alfred said to his brother. Matthew nodded and started to walk out of the drama studio. Alfred's face started to heat up again. He was alone with Mr Kirkland. He looked back to the front of the room where Mr Kirkland was cleaning off the board for todays lesson. Alfred's eyes trailed down his back to his butt. He could feel himself staring again. He felt like such a pervert. As Mr Kirkland looked round he saw that far away look in Alfred's eyes and sighed.
"Alfred." He said. Alfred looked up at him with attention.
"Yes Sir?" He asked.
"Please come through to my office." Mr Kirkland said, walking round to a door that undoubtable lead to the drama office. Alfred didn't know what to think. Normally if you heard that request, you would run and run fast. It was the dead give away line in the perverted language department. Alfred resisted the urge to run and just walked very calmly to the drama office.
"Right Alfred." Mr Kirkland was sitting down behind his desk, Alfred in a seat in front of him. "How do you think you've been doing in class?" He asked. Alfred shrugged.
"I think I've been doing alright." He said honestly. Mr Kirkland nodded.
"Is everything all right at home?" He asked, Alfred nodded again. Where was this going?
"Yeah sir. Everything's okay. Why are you asking me this?" Alfred asked. Mr Kirkland relaxed back in his chair.
"Well Alfred. You seemed to of been zoning out a lot in my lessons. I'm worried that you are not picking up all the material." Mr Kirkland said concerned. Alfred felt his face go read. He had noticed, He hoped he only noticed him spacing out and not the fact that he always stared at him.
"I am listening to you sir. All the time." Alfred said quickly. "It's just...erm..." He tried to think up an excuse. Before he could say so there was a knock on the door. Mr Edelstein looked into the office. His first expression was one of slight fear, but seeing Alfred and Mr Kirkland sitting in a normal professional manner. He relaxed.
"Mr Kirkland. I want to talk to you about the school trip." He said looking at a very red Alfred.
"Sure." Mr Kirkland said. "Go on Alfred enjoy your break." He smiled to Alfred. Who quickly got up and out of the room as fast as lightning. His face heating up and his heart pounding. What was wrong with him?