One page at a time

Hurrah! I’ve got the role. I am going to get to play lovely Rita. (Who is not a meter maid.) And one of my best friends, Donna, is in the cast. I was thinking yesterday that it’s been a few years since we’d done a play in which we’d acted together, but I now realise I was wrong. 

She was, of course, in A Divine Comedy – both the online and staged versions.

And, yes, we did exchange a few lines in that, but the nature of that particular beast was such that we weren’t actually playing in scenes together. The last time we did that really was a few years ago.

I am so looking forward to playing properly with her – and everyone else in the excellent cast – again. 

Now I just have to figure out how I am going to memorise my lines. I just checked. Rita has 245 lines, including one long speech. Yikes.

Facebook helpfully reminded me yesterday that 11 years ago I appeared at a theatre festival in The Housekeeper, a full-length, two-hander. (And that we got a standing ovation.)

There wasn’t a single off book rehearsal, right up until the dress, when I didn’t have to call for at least one line. Yet somehow I got through the festival show and four subsequent performances on the island without needing the prompter. (Just as well, as she fell asleep a couple of times.) 

Pretty sure that involved rather more than 245 lines. And I managed it somehow. Mind you, as I’ve just said, that was 11years ago. Suspect I am not firing on as many synapses as I was in 2012. 

Oh, well. One page at a time, I guess.

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Fun fact: The Housekeeper was the first of I believe four times my partner Mike’s grandparents’ loveseat has appeared in a production.