Girls Girls Girls

Imagine being a guy in a room full of girls.
[pauses for a few seconds to let you imagine]
Now imagine the room is but one floor in a theatre hall, and the girls are lower secondary students {think footballs fans cheering and raise up the pitch], and you're there to work and not to socialise.

Today, I worked.
Little did I know, as I slowly made my way to work, how girl-ful my day would be.

It started off fine, me reaching my workplace on time and in full uniform. Then, the news came. 'Your circle is fully sold' 'Your area will be full of students' 'Randy, note that there are four buses of students headed your way'.

[cue: animation clip of man jumping off the roof]

I have NEVER dealt with so many students before. Sure, I did baggage check for students, which was an eye-opening experience, but to tend to so many students...

[cue: blood drains from face, tongue is hanging out of mouth in horror]

I'm beginning to suspect that as long as I interact with students in the course of my work, I will NEVER have a boring day.

[cue: slight reverb on 'never']

Two groups of students, one from SAC, the other from TKGS [Thank God TKGS students were in their home clothes, I did not have to see a sea of green!]. Around 200 plus in total.

So I stood there, as they trudged towards me, four girls huddled here, three girls laughing away over there, and their male teacher behind them. God bless his Soul. How he handles them, I have no idea.

Interestingly enough, the students either feared or respected him, because his orders were swiftly executed. The students stood two by two, their incessant chattering down to a minimum, and they started to gape at their surroundings.

'waaa..' 'oOOo..' 'so nice..'

Then, just as me and my fellow usher were bringing the SAC girls in, the TKGS girls show up! So I had to leave my fellow usher to the SAC while I 'took care' of the TKGS girls.

I think I was more of a directional signboard then a usher. See, the school bought for its staff and students a few rows of seats, and each student was issued a ticket by their teacher, and the seats were mostly in the same row, so all I did was stand in front of the row, say 'this way' and angle my two hands towards the row, kind of like how the Traffic Police directs traffic.

[cue: Traffic Police to knock door to offer employment]

And the girls made good door openers!
See, two of us were in charge of five doors, but for convenience purposes, we only opened three. The girls, however, were so, shall I say pro, that they went in through the two doors that were not opened, and came up behind me. And the best part is, their seats were in the same row as the line of students I was channelling to!

Yet the show must go on!

And it did, despite the 'hushed' whispering amidst the students and the occasional 'sneak' peak at their handphone.

It was a trifle amusing to hear half of them gasp in horror/shock/disbelief while the other half went 'oh my..' when the production was at a scene where the main actor is brought to a brothel. In the scene, the actor is brought airborne by four other men and he is raised and then lowered onto three girls lying prostate before him, in different positions, summarising the three types: vaginal, anal and oral.

I must say though, one thing about students is that their loud cheering at the end of the show raises the excitement level of the ambience. Despite having watched the show numerous times, I felt compelled to clap at the end of the performance [my sociology teacher would probably tell you it's due to conformity].

So I guess that would be a challenge for theatre managers, whether to encourage schools to send their students to watch their plays and musicals. Presence of students means lesser satisfaction for the other patrons, but it would mean a boost of morale for the cast and crew because students clap/cheer/yell with all their might and [vocal] strength.

Well, till next time, this is R.D., signing off!