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FC: MyPuzzle Life Edition | CREATED BY EMILY RIZZA | Unlimited Pieces Level: Difficult For All Ages
1: Instructions: THE RELATIONSHIPS YOU MAKE GO ON WITH YOU FOREVER... So love the people you meet with all your heart. BE TRUE TO YOUR FAITH... It defines your values. BE YOURSELF... The people that matter will love you for who you are. DO WHAT YOU LOVE AND SHARE YOUR PASSION... No one else on earth is exactly like you. BE CREATIVE. BE UNIQUE. BE YOU. CREATE YOUR LIFE. You only live it once.
2: La Bella Venezia Setting: Sunny afternoon in late June in the streets Venice, Italy Fade in Long shot (Italian instrumental music plays softly in background; common people in the streets in background) Voice Over It was the first day we arrived in Italy. The sun reflected on the glistening light green water that filled the streets of Venice. Shops aligned the sides of the cobblestone streets with big glass windows, displaying all of the unique little treasures the city had to offer. Cut: Medium close-up of window Bakeries displayed their fresh baked bread and cookies, Pan to next window Gift shops showed off their magnificent souvenirs, Pan to next window Gelaterias luring the crowd with their “15 flavor” displays. Cut: Medium close-up of street cart Every corner you turned, carnival masks were watching you; mystical, beautifully crafted works of art. Cut: Medium close-up of shop window Crimson red, forest green, royal blue, and glittering gold caught the corner of your eye as the theatrical feathers and jewels swept you away into the magic of the city. Zoom out: Long shot of scene It seemed like a fantasy, a dream, a figment of your imagination. It was a fairytale, a story waiting to be told, and you were the main character.
3: Zoom in: American shot of gondola Camera slowly pans, following the moving gondola Gondolas glided through the water; black with gold accents and rich red velvet interior. The gondoliers sang sweet Italian love songs as they led the little boats, putting you in a daze, taking you further into the dreamland. (Music fades out) Fade out Setting changes to Piazza San Marco in the late evening Fade in Long shot of the piazza (Music playing from a string quartet in the scene is softly playing in background) Piazza San Marco glowed at night as the warm lights made their reflection on the water in the distance. Venice had once again come to life. Pan and zoom to American shot of string quartet (Music gets louder) A string quartet was playing Vivaldi in the heart of the square, Pan (Music gets soft again) Artists were selling their prized paintings, Pan And couples were romantically strolling hand in hand with gelato. Zoom out to extreme long shot The sweet melody filled your ears and swept you away once again as Venice whispered good night to the world. Fade out to black
6: Emily Rizza- Emily is a freshman at South Windsor High School. She has done three shows so far in her acting career—two this year at the high school, and her first at Timothy Edwards Middle School. Her first show was the musical Annie Jr. put on by the Entertainers in 2010-2011. She played “the apple seller” and an orphan in the chorus. Though she only had three lines, it was her first show, and it helped her realize that she wanted to continue acting. She had a great time singing, dancing, and meeting new people. Her second show was in the fall of 2011 at South Windsor High School, You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown, where she played the role of “Frieda”, who was one of the Peanuts. She definitely enjoyed skipping around in a puffy yellow dress with corkscrew curls, embracing her inner little girl. She didn’t have a speaking role in this production, but because she was fortunate enough to get a role with a name, she got to be in a few additional scenes and songs. She enjoyed being in this show because it was a great way for her to adjust to high school and make new friends her freshman year. She also loved the music and how it was so easy to act as a member of the Peanuts gang because they are fun, classic characters that everyone is familiar with. Her favorite and most recent show was Genie-ology, the high school’s 2012 spring comedy where she played the main character’s mother (though she was one of the shortest and youngest of all the cast members), stealing a spot with 56 lines, which was definitely an improvement for her. This production was very memorable for her because she became really close with her cast and finally got to show people what she can do. | "One of the most important things I've learned about acting is that you can't separate how you live your life and how you practice your art." - Larry Moss
7: Being in Genie-ology really proved to her that the theater is where she belongs and it gave her motivation to do plays in the future. It’s easy for her to act, she says, because not only is she naturally a drama queen, but she doesn’t get nervous on stage. She’s been in concerts ever since elementary school, so she has gotten used to performing in front of an audience over the years. Although playing violin in an ensemble is quite different from being in a play, she says that it definitely helps you adapt to performing. She claims that getting ready for the show or waiting for your cue is far more nerve-racking than actually performing itself. She feels that the best part about being in a production is getting to do what you love while being surrounded by people with the same interest, and coordinating the costumes and makeup. The worst part, she thinks, is all of the stress involved with it, especially the week of the show, known to actors as “hell week”. Her only regrets are not doing the winter drama—which she’ll be doing next year—and not starting her acting career earlier in life. In the future, she plans on doing at least two shows a year—either the musical or the drama, or maybe both, and definitely the comedy. She’d like to thank her family for supporting her and keeping up with her crazy rehearsal schedules, along with finding costumes and makeup, dealing with her high stress, and coming out to see her perform. She’s so grateful for all the people she’s gotten to work with and hopes to be performing for the rest of her high school career.
8: “"With any part you play, there is a certain amount of yourself in it. There has to be, otherwise it's just not acting. It's lying.” - Johnny Depp
10: F | After a long day of travelling, we finally arrive at the condo, completely exhausted. As we trudge in the front door with our luggage, we see Nonna (“grandmother” in Italian) frantically cleaning the house while whipping up everything in the fridge simultaneously, and Nonno (“grandfather”) sitting at the kitchen table slicing fruit. Their sweet old faces light up as they see their two little granddaughters greeting them with joy. We hadn’t seen them since January, two months ago, when they left for Florida for their annual winter break. My sister, Julia, and I immediately run into their arms. “Nonno, Nonna! We missed you!” we say in chorus. My grandmother kisses us on the cheek as her soft black curls fall on my face, and my grandfather says “Ha ha, we missed you too!” in his Italian accent as he grabs our faces with his strong, firm, tanned hands. The dim lights in the small kitchen give off a warm, almost eerie glow, and the essence of love fills the tiny room. “Ma! You’re burning the sauce! What are you trying to do, set the place on fire?” my mom yells out as she rushes over to the pot of sauce and stirs away. My grandfather gets up, fixes his silvery white comb-over, and goes to help prepare the meal. “You hungry?” he asks us in his fragmented speech which he calls English. Julia and I nod excitedly as we run through the wide archway that connects to the next room so that we can help my dad set the table. I stop to take in the scene of the room. The cherry wood dining table and chairs are gathered in the left corner, just in front of a big cabinet filled with
11: "The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life."-Richard Bach | china and my Nonna’s useless little knick-knacks. The back wall of the room has a glass coffee table surrounded by two couches and an arm chair, containing dull, washed out floral patterns that compliment the faded wallpaper, which face a decent sized television to the right of the dining area. Ah, just the way I remembered it! I sit down and squirm in my chair as I take in the steam and the smell of the ravioli Nonna puts on my plate. We all sit down and the adults toast with a glass of wine, as Julia and I dig in. Casual conversation carries on, “So and so says hi”, “how has the weather been?”, “how was the flight?” and all the usual topics of discussion. After dinner, Mom and Nonna wash the dishes, and I see Nonno go sit in his arm chair and close his eyes. I jump on his lap and cuddle up close to him. “Nonno?” I ask, searching his eyes. He stares back into mine through his thick glasses, waiting for me to speak again. “I love you.” I say and fall fast asleep in his lap. I was so excited to be with my grandparents again, and I loved seeing them, but I never realized how precious this moment was. It shows the loving bond that we all share in my family, and how much we truly do love each other. My grandfather still cherishes this moment, and reminds me of it all the time. Being a little kid at the time it meant almost nothing to me. Looking back on it now, I realize how important it is to treasure the good times you and your family have, they won’t last forever.
12: "No Speak Italian" | Based off of "No Speak English" by Sandra Cisneros | We, my sister and I, were outsiders. We were “the English speakers” brought here by our parents. We were left out of every conversation, having to be filled in by our parents who understood. They all looked at us judgmentally, always wondering why we didn’t speak Italian, and we felt like we didn’t belong. No matter what we did, we were always “the Americans”—we dressed American, walked American, ate American, talked American. Every street we walked down, we were noticed. Our timid, tired, and confused faces gave it all away, and we were instantly labeled. We knew to say “bon giorno” in the morning, “bonna notte” at night, “ciao” for hellos and goodbyes, and most importantly “non capisco”, meaning “I don’t understand”. They didn’t understand how hard it was for us to get used to everything. We’d never been this far away from home, not to mention the fact that our bodies were still 6 hours behind. We weren’t familiar with dinner at 10 PM or waking up at 6 during the summer. We weren’t used to walking everywhere in the blazing sun and damp humidity. We always tried, but somehow, felt embarrassed and humiliated, knowing at from the beginning that for the next two weeks, we’d never
13: fit in. When visitors would come over, we’d say hello, but quickly find an excuse to go to our room. It was hard to switch from having my own room and full size bed to a crammed room I shared with twin beds, always hot and buggy, constantly disrupted by the obnoxious barking of the upstairs neighbor’s dog. I always thought of home, missing my cell phone and computer, my friends, my spacious house and swimming in my pool. We never missed hearing the sweet sound of English so much. My dad would get angry that we were always thinking about home. “Right now”, he’d say, “this is our home.” We were always silent when family members and visitors came over, and they would keep nagging us to learn Italian, like we were uneducated just because we didn’t know how to speak their language. “No speak Italian?” they’d try to say in English, mocking us. No, we’d think, no speak Italian.
16: Everybody in my family has different eyes. My dad’s eyes are icy little marbles, stormy light blue stones touched with grey. He gets them from his dad, my Nonno, who has the same alluring feature. But I love when he wears colors like red and navy because it makes his eyes look like sparkling blue diamonds, and it brightens up his aging face. My mom’s eyes are big, warm and light brown, and if you’re close enough, you can see the flecks of gold and hazel near her iris. We call them “the Neri eyes” because that’s my Nonna’s family, and everyone has the same indescribable color. And when you look into them, you feel all cozy inside, and it’s like you’re looking straight into her heart as her kind affection flows through you. Julia has big, cold, brown eyes darker than chocolate. I never knew where she got them from, but I saw a young picture of my great grandmother at her funeral last year, and I had found my answer. Sometimes, you can’t even make out her iris, but you always know it’s there because it shines. It’s funny because every time you talk to her, you can see your reflection through the gleam in her eyes, and you find yourself staring at your own face, like you’re talking to a mirror. | Eyes based off of "Hairs" by Sandra Cisneros
17: But my eyes are different; nobody knows where I get my eye color from. It’s funny how every time I need to define my eye color, I sit in contemplation, trying to describe what they actually are. If you study them close enough, you see that the rim is dark blue and the center is green. But they appear a different color every time I see myself. My mother says that they remind her of the Mediterranean Sea, how they’re a combination of blue and green, deep and interesting. I can tell if someone cares about me by the way they describe my eye color. Some say they’re blue, some say they’re green, and some will give a full description of the color like it’s their own. That’s how you know when someone’s true; when they can describe your eyes with confidence, and it makes you wonder how often it crosses their mind. | “Your eyes are an ocean in which your dreams are reflected.” -Unknown
19: "If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music." Gustav Mahler | "The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again."-George Miller | “Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”-Dr. Seuss | "Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent."-Victor Hugo | "In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back." -Charlie Brown
20: No one knows what the future brings. Life is not a book that is written for you, Not even you know what you’ll be writing tomorrow. Who you are now is not who you’ll be forever. You can’t even imagine the things that are to come. Life is a mystery, a chest full of treasures, And you never know what you’ll find next. Sometimes when you’re searching, You end up finding something you weren’t even looking for. You toss things away that you think you won’t need, But you soon learn they were more valuable than you thought. It all seems so confusing, this life. You don’t know the game plan, you don’t have the map. You have the steering wheel, but no written route. All you can do is hope you’re going in the right direction, And sometimes, you just have to sit back and enjoy the ride.
21: Life is a puzzle. You find random pieces here and there, And they don’t always go in order or sequence. But you can’t get frustrated when you don’t know what to do with them. There’s no use in getting upset if it doesn’t make sense, Because you’ll be overjoyed in the end when all the pieces fit together. My advice to you is simple, and there isn’t much to say. Enjoy your life and hold on while you can. Embrace the ups and downs, It’s better than going nowhere. Live in the moment. Don’t get caught up in what time has to offer, Because no one knows what the future brings.
22: My Bucket List 1.Tour Europe 2.Study abroad 3.Go to Paris for Fashion Week 4.Climb the Eiffel Tower 5.Ride on the top of a double-decker bus 6.Learn to play the ukulele 7.Learn a language other than Spanish and English 8.Visit all 50 states 9.Ride a segway 10.Go on a cruise 11.Go back to Venice for Carnival 12.Watch turtles hatch 13.Learn to ride a horse 14.Write a novel 15.Be a judge on Cupcake Wars 16.Fly in a hot air balloon 17.Witness/participate in a flash mob 18.Attempt being a vegetarian 19.Start a blog 20.Write a play 21.Collect art 22.Be in 20 theater productions 23.Design my own clothing line of retro fashions | Travel | Learn | Design | Study | Write
25: “I am from” Poem Based on the poem by George Ella Lyon I am from music The sweet sound of the violin fills my house at night The clash of piano keys as I try to get it right Tapping rhythms with my fingers, keeping beats with my feet I’m a nonstop music box that’s always on repeat I am from art From my sketching and coloring, expressing how I feel To coordinating my makeup and my fashion appeal I write with a passion and read from my heart Like a painting on display, I’m truly a work of art I am from Italians We fight like it’s nothing; we eat ‘til we drop We’re annoying and loud, and we nag nonstop Despite all the drama, we’re close as can be We’re lovers and fighters as one big family I am from picturesque moments From bright morning sunlight streaming in my room To pink blossom trees just starting to bloom Sunsets on the water, red autumn leaves They capture my emotions and steal them like thieves I am from friends I’m close with many people; I make promises from the heart I help them in need when they’re falling apart They come and approach me, asking for advice I’ve always got their backs and they’ve always got mine I’m a girl who is shy, yet outgoing and fun, artistic, sincere And that is where I’m from