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Magicmann

Magicmann

Well, after being gone for about a year, I'm back, and with a year's more maturity. I'm currently thirteen, and attending the seventh grade. My current arsenal consist of a Sony Webbie "HD" Camcorder. It isn't much, and it isn't my idea of HD, but it's all I've got. Also, I've got Vegas Movie Studio HD for video editing. Once I do eventually get into the editing process of my own films, my twenty inch widescreen monitor will help! Go b-days! Although I'm not even the the eighth grade yet, I already know where I'm going to high school. NESA. Or, North East School of the Arts. As a junior and senior, I'll be in the cinema class, where you learn about the production of indie film making, and make documentaries, and fictional films throughout the year. With the works we do, if we succeed, we will be entering national level competitions. As for my four-year major there, I will either be taking technical theater, or musical theater.
 
I must say, I've been seeing a lot of young faces coming aboard, good to see!


Sounds like you've got something to start with-work with what you have, and feel free to ask!

Welcome to the boards :)
 
Thanks for the responses, and I'm happy I've gotten some reading my post from my re-joining! (I say re-joining, because it's like I just posted as a new member would)
Can't wait till the summer. A few friends and I are getting together with our cameras to do some team projects.
 
I got my first camera in the 7th grade...I recently dusted off the old footage...man was it fun to look back on those days...mark my words, regardless of where your ambitions take you, never forget your early works, keep them close to you always.

Oh and Hi!
 
Seright said:
I got my first camera in the 7th grade...I recently dusted off the old footage...man was it fun to look back on those days...mark my words, regardless of where your ambitions take you, never forget your early works, keep them close to you always.

Oh and Hi!
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If I follow my ambitions, I could rule the world with my works of art. Really. I have ambitions literally, larger than life.

Oh and hi to you too!
 
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
Wait, if they are players, then who are the actors?
 
Take your pick

rock band:
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage


The BARD:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
 
wheatgrinder said:
Take your pick

rock band:
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage


The BARD:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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I love Shakesphere. In all my time in theatre, I have gained a deep respect for him. Our modern day culture, has been practically created by him. He had the power to mold the future with his arts. I know it seems like a line written in a book, but it's the truth. Our comedys, dramas, love stories, would be nothing like they were if not for him. I also love my fedora.
 
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