Angst - disappointment - ecstasy

Having been a prompter in the last play, 'The Killing of Sister George,' I was keen to try out for the next set of Auditions. They took place on Monday, and I could only take part in one casting audition because I was busy the week before being a prompt! Apparently this was my fault! For some unknown reason, at least to me anyway, I only read 4 or 5 lines for the part of Elsie in 'The Ghost Train', a grumpy, sulky 25 year old, married to Richard but who wanted a divorce. Oh happy times! Needless to say I didn't leave the audition full of hope and indeed everyone who I came into contact with at the beginning of last week will say that I was a right grump and the part would have suited me perfectly.

On Wednesday night we were due a phone call from the director and I had already decided I was going to complain about the lack of fairness in the audition because I was that convinced I hadn't got the part. When I was given the amazing news that I had been successful, I felt like a total fool because I had to take back everything I had thought and bite my tongue. I was on cloud 1000(!) for the rest of the night and couldn't sleep.

Set in the 1920s the play will be a hit, and I can't wait to start rehearsing tonight. Finding and wearing 1920s dress might be interesting though....

The last word has got to go to my badminton friends, who last Tuesday put up with my distracted and grumpy demeanour. I think tomorrow will be a great deal different.

Stay tuned.

Sleeping is a dangerous activity

A very delayed post on a windy, and cold afternoon; hello you to all.

Last week I woke up in severe pain, having done God knows what to my upper back, while apparently being asleep. Walking was about the only thing I could with little or no pain, and driving was a complete no starter. I wasn’t too despondent about ringing and cancelling my computing courses for the week, or being unable to work and having to rely on mum to drive me. But when I arrived at my play rehearsal that Thursday evening, having been driven by my sister, I was very aggravated to find out that the littlest things caused me pain; turning my head to the left or the right was painful and therefore, I found myself missing out because I couldn’t turn. Sleeping was the easiest thing to do, ironic considering it had caused me the pain in the first place.

After a few days my neck/back was much better and now, I’m pleased to be able to report that I am pain free. However, it really should be noted that sleep is dangerous. Or maybe it’s just my wonky and injured back; the vagaries of playing badminton and having a bad technique I guess…