Barnstormers recently took part in the ‘Love Patcham’ festival where churches from the surrounding area united to put on a festival of music, acting and fun.
Barnstormers were asked by the event organisers to perform a section of their upcoming show “Barnstormers Does Broadway”, which they did to critical acclaim.
Barnstomers kitted out in their newly purchased light blue t-shirts took to the stage and wowed the crowds with soaring harmonies, in the form of a medley of Andrew Lloyd Webber songs.
Caroline Lucas said (MP) “Fantastic” … “Hoping it becomes an annual event from now on.”. Of course we have since made contact with the member of parliament letting her know that the Barnstormers shows are a bi-yearly event.
If you missed out on hearing Barnstormers at the Love Patcham festival, fear not! There are still opportunities to get hold of some tickets to Barnstormers Does Broadway and experience the medley and many other Broadway classics for yourself.
Here is the next guest post on the theme of Joseph. Don’t forget to get your contributions to the Barnstormers website team soon!
Their jubilant shouts of victory rang in his ears as he lay slumped in the dirt. Sand and dust blew in clouds across the dried-out well as he breathed, in and out, in and out. His body still refused to give up hope even as his soul lay in tatters.
The betrayal had come so unexpectedly. He thought they were pleased that he had dreams for his future and hopes to become someone more than he was now. He’d taken their good humoured smiles at face-value when he’d danced around in the beautiful coat his Dad had made for him. It never even crossed his mind that they’d worn thinly veiled masks hiding their jealously and disgust at his fortune. And, now they were too far from home for anyone to save him, they had attacked. He hadn’t been ready for them. No chance of fighting back as they beat him to a pulp, ripped his coat to shreds and threw him away like discarded rubbish.
He looked up as his eyes slowly began to acclimatise to the bleakness of the dark. Was that a loose section? A foothold? Hope surged through him as he pulled himself upright and reached up. It immediately disintegrated at his touch and his hopes dived. Helplessness descended. He could hear them in the distance discussing his fate. He knew now that he may have no future. This could be it. The thought chilled him.
A shadow fell across the top of the well. Time was up.
We have just introduced a very exciting new “Guest Posts” section especially for you!
Hyder very kindly submitted the first entry: the story of Joseph from the perspective of the Camel. This fantastic short story can now be found ONLY on the Barnstormers site under the “Guest Posts” sub-folder.
It would be fantastic for as many of you as possible to submit entries for the Guest Post section. It could be a short story from another character’s perspective, a poem, revised lyrics for one of the songs (keep them clean, please), thoughts about the last or current production, memories of other productions or rehearsal anecdotes. We would love the backstage teams to have a chance to share too so please feel free to submit entries by email (word ideally) to Seb and Louisa so we can get these posted up on the site.
This is the first in our series of Guest Posts on the theme of Joseph, kindly submitted by the one and only, Hyder Khalil. Watch this space for future submissions!
The Camel’s Tale
I am Noor, lead camel for a group of Ishmaeli traders. We are based in Gilead –you might know it as North-West Jordan. The traders make regular trips to and from Egypt – taking spices and silks from the East, pottery, and other things, and bringing back dates, wine, and the finest cotton.
That morning, they got us up early, obviously for another trip. The traders bustled about, while we stood around. We knew the drill – wait until they loaded us up. Not too much, we all hoped – part of the journey to Egypt is pretty rough country, and we camels don’t like heavy loads in such places. We had double rations and a good drink – both necessary to ‘plump the hump’ for the journey.
We set off, and all went as usual for two or three days. Then in the middle of a wild place we came across a group of young men. They were beating up one of their number – these humans, always quarrelling, why can’t they just get along? Then they go and throw the poor lad down some sort of pit, and start arguing about a rather pretty coat he had. A big bearded fellow turned round, and seeing us started waving and talking excitedly to the others. They all rushed over and jabbered at our traders, waving at the pit where the lad was. Then Amir, our lead trader, nodded, and handed over some shiny bits of metal to the bearded fellow, at which point the others dragged the boy out of the pit and handed him over to Amir.
Amir and the others don’t want anything much that they can’t sell, so I knew pretty well what was going to happen here. We were going to take him with us, quickly too, to Egypt, and they were going to try to sell him to someone rich for many more shiny bits of metal (which seem to mean a lot to humans).
We set off lickety spit. The lad had to go on foot. Amir and the rest wouldn’t make us carry him, for fear we might get hurt or lame, and we are their livelihood, so they make sure they look after us. On and on – just scraps of food and a few sips of water to drink for him. If he thought getting there was bad, wait till he got to Egypt. I’ve seen how some people treat slaves in Egypt, and I wouldn’t wish it on a snake.
At last we crossed into Egypt, and then on to the big city. When we arrived, Amir didn’t take us to the marketplace as usual, but straight to a big house – clearly where some rich high-up lived. Someone – some official I think – came out and had a look at the poor lad we had brought with us. He didn’t look in too great shape by now, even though the last bit of the journey had only been about 4 days. The official nodded, handed over a heavy-looking bag filled with more of those shiny metal pieces, and took the lad away. Then we went to the marketplace as usual to change our goods over and have a rest.
Two days later we went home, with new loads. There was no sign of the lad we had brought. He could be in for a rough time. Wonder what he was going to do.