Make-up, lights, set, rehearsal, house: stage. Words that convey things to those with theatre in their blood and things very different to the rest of the world. Friday night before the curtain felt like an opening. I was nervous. I thought back to my first play at DB: Blythe Spirit. In my first scene my character sipped a martini. On opening night, I was so nervous that the water’s surface looked like what I what later see from the bridge of a submarine: rolling waves breaking into white caps. Sweat dripped off my eye browse and seared my cheeks, threatening the spirit gum that affixed my crepe moustache.
The End Too Soon
The End Too Soon
The End Too Soon
Make-up, lights, set, rehearsal, house: stage. Words that convey things to those with theatre in their blood and things very different to the rest of the world. Friday night before the curtain felt like an opening. I was nervous. I thought back to my first play at DB: Blythe Spirit. In my first scene my character sipped a martini. On opening night, I was so nervous that the water’s surface looked like what I what later see from the bridge of a submarine: rolling waves breaking into white caps. Sweat dripped off my eye browse and seared my cheeks, threatening the spirit gum that affixed my crepe moustache.