A Tragedy Occurred Within a Tragedy

It happened all so quickly on one sunny day, during my junior year in high school. Three of my friends and I were recording an act scene of Macbeth, a famous playwright written by William Shakespeare. It was an assignment from English class, in which an assigned group acts out a specific scene form the playwright. The scenes were chosen based on the will of the students, and our group decided to perform the gradual buildup of Macbeth?s worries of facing his downfall, up to the climax scene ? when Macbeth was killed by Macduff.
The first scene was Lady Macbeth occasionally washing her hands due to an illusion of the horrifying sight of the murder she committed. The scene itself should not have been that difficult to act ? the only problem, which was the largest problem, was our group did not contain any females. Because everyone else other than me had a specific role they wanted to play as, I ended up acting as Lady Macbeth. Everyone else tried not to burst out laughing as I spoke my lines with a very high-pitched woman-like voice. After spending almost three hours, we managed to complete the filming.
We decided to add the credits after filming the scenes. We all decided to climb on top of the small snack bar building next to our school, which was about 12 or 13 feet high. We introduced our roles to the camera. The roles included Macbeth, Lady Macbeth, Macduff, and the narrator whom was also responsible with the filming. My two friends who played as Macbeth and Macduff finished their parts of the credit, and it was finally my turn. While I enjoyed the filming itself, I still remember feeling uncomfortable playing a woman?s role. I climbed up on top of the rooftop, and stood on the edge of the platform. I heard the narrator say, ?Kunihiko Okabe as Lady Macbeth?, so I decided to make a small fool out of myself. I tossed a whole bunch of flowers in mid-air, and made a kissing face towards the camera. I knew it was a ridiculous move that I made, but at this point, I thought I had already made enough as a fool of myself.
That was when the tragic even occurred. After my friends were laughing at my small performance, I decided to jump off from the roof, like how the other two earlier did. I stood closer to the edge of the platform, and made a small leap. I suddenly realized that below me, where I was planning on landing, did not have any mattresses! I immediately realized I jumped off from the wrong side of the platform, and at the same time, realized it was time for me to prepare to land on solid concrete. I fell about 11 feet high and landed on my heels, but I could not support the force and landed on my butt with a large SPLAT. Immediately, I felt a sudden jolt of pain running everywhere through my lower half of my body. My friends were laughing hysterically as they saw me rolling all over the grass, yelping in pain, screaming my head off of how my butt hurts. My friends ran up to me, somehow managing to say the words of worries. I looked up towards them, and my expression immediately was filled with horror when I realized my friend was still filming! I screamed to him to stop filming, but all he did was kept laughing. I ordered him to delete the tragic scene, but everyone else strongly refused my idea, and decided to present it during class when the assignment was due.
On the day when it was time for us to present our movie project, I left class earlier than everyone else. To be specific, I left right before the terribly embarrassing scene was about to be on the class TV. As I walked across the hallway, I heard a huge burst of laughter due to hilariousness from my English class?

The lesson I learned ? do not do something you are not used to doing, especially if you are being recorded!