Much-Larking-In-The-Dark-Woods

So we're having a ball. Much ice has been broken. Lines are pretty much learnt and the actors are larking about making each other laugh. We are in a special piece of work and we are sooo lucky to be in this trade where coming to work is coming to play. We have the luxury (these days) of a four week rehearsal period so last Wednesday having played with all the bits of it we still had a week and a half to glue it back together and familiarise ourselves with the play as a whole. Of course to do that one has to actually run the thing. We come to:

THE FIRST STAGGER THROUGH!!!

No pressure. No acting required. If you want to go back over something or you forget your lines that's fine this is just to see what needs to be done over the next period. Oh, what a difference a day makes. What is this thing we're doing? I can't act! What was I thinking? Suddenly there is no such thing as magic. (Very relevant as The Indian Boy is inspired by A Midsummer Night's Dream) I want to change my ticket from a voyage of dicovery to a day trip to Bognor. "Make it safe!" I scream but no-one listens. I wake in a cold sweat and wish for a Winnebago.

Of course I exaggerate. It will be fine. It's always like this. Keep the faith. Steer between Scylla and Charybdis and a bright new day will dawn and all manner of things will be well. You can nail jelly to the wall and make it look attractive. Can't wait for next week. Ulp!