We'd been to the arena to see a performance already, but we arrived just before it started so were right out to one side and had no chance of being picked. We made sure we got there early for the next performance and took up a position in the middle and at the front.
Four Jedi walked onto the training area. Two of them were hooded. They all stood in their positions on the arena, and the hooded Jedi took their hoods off to reveal a woman and Mace Windu! "Who has the force strong inside them?" he asked. I jumped up and down cheering... and got picked first!
23 other lucky children were chosen after that, and we all got to wear cloaks. Mace Windu handed out training light sabres and showed us how to use them. He taught us a special combination.
Then Mace Windu sensed a disturbance in the force, and a Jedi's Padawan (one of the other two Jedi who didn't have hoods) ushered us to the other side of the arena. Then something on the stage started to rise and inside was... Darth Vader and two storm troopers! Then Darth Maul leapt out!
We got into two lines to fight Vader and Maul, and I was in the line to fight Darth Vader! He talked to me: "Look deep into your thoughts. You know you want to join the Dark Side." As if! Then I got to fight him! I won!!
After everyone had a turn, we all pointed our light sabres at the two villains, and they all returned back where they were before.
This is the combination Mace Windu taught us, that we used to fight Darth Vader and Darth Maul.
Activate! Left shoulder! Right shoulder! Left leg! Duck! Left shoulder! De-activate! The perfect routine to battle Vader...
This little chap had to deal with the storm troopers, too! A couple of 'force pushes' soon sorted them out, luckily!
(And this still isn't quite the whole story. There's a bit more we could tell, and a few more photos. I think I might need to make it a 4-pager!)
...is what I speak. It describes what I actually say (nonsense, mostly) and how I say it (ie my accent, which is a mixture of all sorts - a bit of North of England, a bit of Irish, a bit of South West England, a lot of just me!) The word comes from my name, Mel, and the fact that I'm one-quarter Welsh. But there's not actually any Welsh in my accent. Go figure...