Necessity is our mother

After all I said yesterday about the benefits of getting up on one’s feet to rehearse, today was another story…

I’d booked the room in the Michie Building, the one that is undergoing major renovations at the moment, and arrived in good time to get hold of Security to let me in, and warm up properly, get myself focused and ready. Then I realised there was no air-conditioning in the building.

I did persevere for about half an hour, but I was truly melting away. While that might be a good thing – I could do with losing a few kilos, nevertheless it meant I was becoming even less focused by the minute, and more distressed, so I made my way to the library and booked a study room, well away from other booked study rooms.

Lauren and I made contact at the given hour, but Angela is still having trouble with her settings. She can hear us, but we can’t hear her. We decided to go ahead, working on the second half of the play.

I did try to keep the volume down, but it didn’t take long for a librarian to come knocking, explaining that the rooms were not sound-proof. So I tried even harder, bringing my volume down to barely voiced, while trying to keep my throat open and relaxed at the same time as working really hard to allow the passion and the pain, the fun and the frivolity to be expressed.

The result was a very intense experience, with some surprising revelations to me, and to our director Angela. Wow. Who would have thought!

I took a photo of the screen, it’s kind of weird, cute and surreal all at once.