Perfect Timing.
I’ve just come
out from the second rehearsal of the play I’m doing called Marry Me or Be
Evicted, which opens in a couple of weeks.
I’m sitting in Caffe
Nero around the corner from the theatre – and just stopped writing for a moment to talk to my friend Ollie (co-owner of The Croft, where we used to run Mostly
Comedy), who I haven’t seen for a good, or bad, few months.
“What are you up
to?” he asked.
“I’m just writing
my blog.”
“What’s it about
today?”
His gaze was
drawn to my laptop screen, to see a page that was empty except for the first four words:
‘I’ve just come out’. He couldn’t have timed his entrance better.
The rehearsal
went well. We were directorless today, but still managed to get a lot done.
We’re already past the halfway point of the script, with a couple of weeks to
go before the opening night. The show is frantic but fun; I only wish I could
shift the cold that I’ve had for weeks, so I’d have sufficient
voice to do it justice.
If not, perhaps I
can find someone to dub my performance.