There has been an affliction which has affected me like a curse since my early forays into the thespian lifestyle: my throat. Whenever opportunity knocks, some lurgy seems to sneak through the cracks before I can shut the door, and render me (somewhat literally) speechless. Today, the curse chose to strike.
It was nought more than a mild cough at first, but as soon as I began to act something was wrong. It wasn't just the horrendous feedback from my microphone that troubled me (still having issues on that front), but the fact that my voice just wasn't coming out of my mouth. It is as though certain pitches of speech have been muted, and since I rarely speak in monotone, the effects are noticeable.
Fortunately, I discovered the perfect cure for my ailment during my first acting gig, back in school - anaesthetic throat spray. Genius stuff, literally numbs all the bits that are hurting (i.e. preventing sound) and allows my deep, bellowing tones to echo once more around hall and school.
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