You Give Me Fever

You Give Me Fever

The old man had fallen to the floor once again. “Can the strongest person in the room please help me up?” When it became clear that our incredibly buff classmate, Carson, wasn’t going to take this obvious cue, I made the decision to rise. The enticing experience of this interactive devised production titledThe Fever left me asking “Why would anyone say no to participating?” Although I was not fully conscious that I had decided to finally participate in The Fever, I can vividly recall considering my gains and losses before following through with the action. According to Gareth White’s Audience Participation in the Theatre, audience may choose to accept or decline an invitation based on how much they have to gain versus how much they have to loose by joining the stage. I remember thinking everyone would find humor in me standing up, since I am obviously not the strongest. But, I also was afraid fellow audience members would think I was being selfish or inconsiderate, not offering the piece what it actually was literally asking for in that moment. According to White, “Emotions and feelings assist us with the daunting task of predicting an uncertain future and planning our actions accordingly” (White 117). I had experienced a need to emotionally analyze my gains and losses in a mere mili-second before making the final decision to stand up. In the end, I had got what I came here to gain. Some laughter, my moment on stage with 600 Highwaymen, a chance to play and interact, just like everyone else. But as I walked across the stage, I felt increasingly frightened and shy, like I had made an impulsive choice and I wasn’t sure if I could completely follow through with the next step of the performance. My motto at NYU Tisch since freshman year has been “Make a choice.” The Fever was constantly inviting the audience to make these choices with them but without much time to think. This experience left me questioning the balance between making conscious decisions versus trustingemotional instincts.  

Children of Someone Else's Children

Children of Someone Else's Children

Knock Knock. It’s Me. I’m Dead.

Knock Knock. It’s Me. I’m Dead.