Titus Andronicus

We saw Titus Andronicus two says ago now (sorry it's taken me a while to write). I was so excited for the performance since it's one of my favorite Shakespeare plays, which is unusual, since it's one of his very early ones and is also regarded as his worst by most critics. I had been looking forward to this play for days before we went to see it based on all the reviews it had gotten about being very bloody, which I thought was going to be very entertaining. When the day arrived we headed down to the globe theater and had a full tour of it before hand. It was amazing to look at place that had the same exact look hundreds of years ago, and was also used for doctor who (I know lame thing to say). As the time drew closer to the start of the performance, some of my classmates and I gathered very close to the front of the stage, excited to see if we could get some fake blood splattered on us.  When the show started it took me by surprise of how good the actors where. I was expecting something less well done (sorry Shakespeare). Well as the play hit the end of the second act, lavina came out with her bloodied hands and gurgling mouth of blood, I started to feel the effects of the ahead of the crowd, lack of food, and lack of water. One minute I was standing up enjoying the play and the next thing I knew I was on the ground with people yelling my name at me. I had fainted and hit my head really hard on the side of the globe's stage. I don't remember much, but from what Joie and the rest of my friends told me, my knees had gone inward and the stage caught the fall of my head which caused me to fall onto my knees.  The cracking sound of my head was also loud enough for the whole globe to hear, and even horrid enough of a sound to temporarily stop the actors from their performance. I was mortified. Of course this would be something that happened to me of all people. When I came conscious I remember seeing Joie and Lou's horrified faces.  I apparently looked like I had died. My lips had gone purple and my face was white as a sheet. The poor older man in front of me also seemed to be freaking out. The next thing I knew the globe staff had hauled me into a wheel chair and rolled me to the first aid room where they became very concerned about the well being of my head (which had a lump the size of a golf ball). I ended up being fine, and thank god they didn't have to call the paramedics, which was pretty close.  About 5 minute later Morgan was rolled in, which made me feel a lot better, since I would now not be the only person for our group who had passed out. Joie stayed with me the whole rest of the time, poor thing. She was so worried that I was dying haha. I feel like all in all this is exactly what Shakespeare would've wanted. I think he was trying to get reactions like this from his audience, because the play's themes themselves where truly horrid. I feel like he would have loved the idea of a bunch of people fainting at what he wrote.  Thank you mr. Shakespeare for your amazing play that made me faint. Q