Group Skills

Group Skills

Final Essay

Part A

For the past six years, I have been member of the Tarxien Pageant Group. Founded back in the 1970's, this group annually puts up a play of the life and passion of Jesus Christ during Lent, just before Good Friday. It was my mother who introduced me to this group. She was helping in the costume department and I soon became interested in what she used to tell me. I was still in Form 2 then and I began attending rehearsals daily. Presently, I made friends with the rest of the group and began enjoying myself. I became a regular member of the Pageant Group and believed firmly in the message we were delivering to all those who came and still come to see us.

The group is a fairly large one, with more than a hundred members involved. It is no surprise therefore that I do not know all of them personally. Some of these live in distant villages so I do not have regular contact with them and I only see them once a year. The ages of the members vary from very young (three years) to a much older age (eighty years). However the group is mostly made up of youths between the ages of fifteen and twenty two. This is a very reassuring fact, as the group thrives on the young to transmit energy and to ensure continuity throughout the years.

Although not every member gives the pageant the importance due, no one takes it lightly especially during the performing days. Most members never took drama courses and neither does the group administration expect anyone to have it. Everyone is allowed to join, with no fees or qualifications involved. They are, however, expected to take it seriously and to commit themselves to it especially if they have an important role to play in the pageant. The group also has its football team which sometimes organises tournaments or friendly matches.

During rehearsal days, the group meets every single day of the week. While the weekdays are dedicated to proper rehearsals, the weekends are spent working on the huge set on which the play unfolds. We meet at the local youth centre where the large yard is the perfect venue to stage the pageant. Outside the lent period, the group meets every Saturday, Sunday and Monday. In summer we usually have barbeques on Saturdays or Sundays and youth formation meetings on Mondays.

Perhaps the one experience which is the most meaningful to our group is the pageant itself. Although it happens annually, every year is a separate experience with its various incidents and small triumphs. However I would like to narrate an episode which happened during one of the performing days from last year and in which I had a very important role. The dates vary with each passing year but it is always sometime in March or April, spread out on four days. Last year's pageant occurred on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th of April. An hour or so before the show, the hall would be a bustle of activity; everyone trying to put on their costumes in the proper manner and applying make-up in the limited light offered. Men polish their soldier armour one last time and the young run to and fro while outside the audience starts pouring in to take the best seats. We try to calculate the amount of people present by counting the empty seats. During the first two days there is less attendance than in the last two but there is almost never more than a hundred empty seats and since the yard houses five hundred, this is quite a good achievement. On the last day especially all the seats are full and there are people standing at the back or sitting on make-shift chairs. It's hard to describe the excitement as the lights fade and everyone is assembled behind the door, waiting for their cue. Some shiver from cold and enthusiasm while others from downright fear, particularly those who have a pivotal role to play. Although this is a live play, the voices are pre-recorded, so automatically all other actions have to be acted out within a stipulated time and improvisation is not possible. There are some drawbacks to this method, as you will see in this episode. Last year, I played the part of Salome, Herod's daughter, and while I was dancing the lights went out. The music stopped and all the lights were spent except for one spotlight aimed directly at me. I went on dancing for a while, hoping the lights would come on. When it was apparent that they wouldn't I had to stop and wait with everyone else. To everyone's relief, the lights came back on after a few minutes. We were afraid the CD which contained the recorded script would have either begun from the very beginning or had gone forwards but it didn't. As the play progressed, everyone became more at ease. During the rest of the performing days, everything went according to plan and