| The story behind the name... Some years ago, my friend Cheryl and I were looking for summer jobs and found a "try-out" ad for a local play. I was big into dramatic arts and thought it would be fun. Cheryl, on the other hand, had never done anything in drama yet she was very excited to try something new. We headed to the library to pick out monologues. We read through a bunch and picked out one each that we liked. Cheryl's character was a very upset woman yelling at her lover because of the way he treated her. (I have absolutely no recollection of my piece.) Cheryl liked her piece but upon reading it aloud, found it difficult to act out the emotions. It was a very intense scene. I had more theatre experience so I helped by telling her to "punch" certain words and sentences. One of her lines was something like: "...all you ever do is treat me like some kind of cheap harlot!" and I suggested to accentuate the "cheap harlot" because it sounded so harsh and desperate. She agreed When we arrived at the try-out, I went in first. It was in a school gymnasium and I did my monologue while Cheryl waited nervously outside the door. When I came out, she said I had sounded awsome and had heard every word I said! She was excited for me but now, it was her turn. I wished her luck and she walked in. I was now the one waiting and listening. I waited... and waited... waited some more. Nothing. I heard nothing. I wondered what was going on and figured the judges must have had to take a pee break or something when suddenly, I heard her..."CHEAP HARLOT!!!!!" she screamed! I was shocked to hear this and waited for the next line. Again, nothing? What the hell was going on in there??? About a minute later she came out, shaking. I asked her what had happened and she told me... she was so nervous that she couldn't even look at the judges. She just sat there, staring down at her monologue which lay in her lap, unable to look up. She must have whispered the whole thing except for one part... yup, you know the one. She remembered me telling her to punch that line so she did! She saw it coming and looked up at the judges and yelled it out at the top of her lungs! Only to put her head back down to read the rest in quiet, safety. To this day we laugh about the experience. It has become a part of our history, even our culture! Our families and friends all know the story. They know that if we call them Cheap Harlots, it is a high honour and compliment, a term of endearment! Now I have created this site for everyone to enjoy! Please feel free to contribute your stories and thoughts on the free forum. Don't forget to sign the GuestBook! CHEERS! |
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| ...or here to check out the site that I started years ago!!! It is seriously out of date; since I kind of forgot my password for a few years; but have now regained control of Cheapharlot!!! |
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