The Greenwich Theatre Performance
Normally I'm used to the whole wake up early routine. Working on a Sunday night and then coming in bright and early on the Monday is never easy, but I still somehow manage to sum up the will to do so. This time however, it's on a Thursday, and I have to be up at East Croydon, which is at least half an hour away from my usual fifteen minute ride up to college. Yet somehow in some way I manage to get up there five minutes before we're supposed to be there. Either way I wait as everyone else gradually arrives and then we go over to our coach which will take us to the Greenwich Theatre where we will rehearse and perform our play I'm Spilling My Heart Out Here. So at 7:35 we're on our way to the theatre, now this would be the perfect opportunity to perhaps get some more sleep, especially with the schedule I worked at the time. But previous experience on a coach has taught me, getting sleep on them is just impossible, especially when they're uncomfortable. I'm not the most happy person in the morning, I keep myself to myself, I separate myself because I know I'll get no peace with others. Yet sleeping on a coach, nah not going to happen. Plus the fact the coach was much quicker than expected made me that more annoyed that I couldn't get anymore sleep. This meant I'd be wide awake for the rest of the day. The theatre wasn't open when we first got there, and when it did get there we had the task of unloading all of our stuff into the theatre. We were shown our stage, remarkably smaller than I thought it would be, and we shown our dressing room and green room. That pointless ironing equipment in the corner of the dressing room was a personal favourite. So we all got a small break while our crew set up technical cues and scene by scene we were called up to do a que by que, and then a full dress run-through. These went well, but there was still the problem of the staging, it needed to be quicker, and I mean quicker than the speed of light itself, okay that's exaggerated but you see the point. When we came back from our lunch break, which by the way there is barely anywhere to eat in Greenwich, not to my liking anyway. When we came back we made sure all of our scene changes were picture perfect, assigning where and when people were going to move them. After that we did something called 'The Italian' which is where you run through the entire script as fast as you can, non stop. It's not difficult so to say, but it gets you pumped in a way, makes you want to keep up with everyone else. So afterwards we had another small break, once again nothing really to eat, nothing to satisfy me. So then we watched Nescott's performance, half the class were amazed at what they were doing, whereas in my opinion, the amount of stuff they added in, and took out, took away from the fact this was supposed to be an acting play. I already knew that our group were more used to the naturalistic type of acting, making it look and feel real, I didn;t see that in Nescott's, so I saw it as an advantage. Granted I'm not in the performance long, but during our play, I made my mark, I got a reaction, which is what I want to do every time I go on stage. At the end of the day, I want to say we did our best, which we did, we gave it our all. I've worked with a lot of people in my educational acting career, I can honestly say I have never enjoyed going on stage more than with the people in this class. Through every performance we bond a little more, we get to know each other a little more. The day at Greenwich is easily one of the best days of my life. I'm proud to have been there for it.
