Playing Elsie Winthrop

Currently rehearsing for ‘The Ghost Train,’ and only having done four or five rehearsals, I’m already contemplating the merits of going for the audition back in November. It seemed like such a good idea, acting on stage, playing the part of a grumpy, independent woman from the 1920s. Did I mention that the men have to hold the doors open for the women? I am far from being a natural actress, indeed all my movements on stage look forced but I do enjoy myself and I can laugh at what I do or say, which is important. The assistant director has volunteered to give me more practise and help, so I’ve accepted, determined to be a famous actress by the time February rolls around.

Having bit the bullet and asked out the guy who plays my on stage husband, I was in a state of euphoria because he said yes. Cue my fairytale ending, and a wonderful engagement and marriage, having been together for only a matter of weeks. No, wrong…it was all too good to be true; unable to commit he hid behind telling me on Monday evening, he didn’t have the same feelings as me. I was distraught on Monday evening, but having had time to digest what he told me, and knowing that the play must go on; I’m now ready to play the part of his angry, grumpy wife tonight. I don’t think I’ll be lying when I say, everyone will be surprised at my wonderful realistic, acting skills and I only have one person to thank. So thank you David from the bottom of my heart; you stopped me from making a very grave mistake. Here’s to moving on.