PRIVATE RESISTANCE: Inky Fingers
It's not as easy as you might think to get a train from Cambridge to Ipswich and arrive by 10am. I am a 3rd year drama student at Anglia Ruskin University, Cambridge and I'm doing work experience at Eastern Angles for a module called Enterprise in the Creative Arts. And so far I've not managed to get here before half ten, silly railside fires and delayed trains meaning missing my connections.
When I arrive I disturb Sarah (the queen of the printer/photocopier I have since found out) in the office and we go on a hunt for Penny, the Stage Manager, who gives me the script to read, I don't manage to get very far as the actors are having a break and we introduce ourselves (there's another Frances, an actor in the cast, exciting stuff!) and then listening to what professional actors talk about gets far too interesting...
PRIVATE RESISTANCE: TEA & BISCUITS
I have a request for one of you he says...'I'll do it!' I shout without a moments' hesitation.
Blog he says? Ah blog...Yeah...I'll give you a bloody blog mate...
Shall we set the scene... DAY ONE!
Monday morning the 16th of January 2012.
Cold noses, rosy cheeks, hearts beating, smiles out, hands shaking, laughs flying, 5 actors, 1 director, a production team and a writer sit hesitantly waiting for the first words to come off the page...Ques ions, thoughts and feelings scratching around inside everybody in the room as it begins...The first read through... A stumble through might I say...Funny that feeling of always wanting to get it right, perfect and brilliant - the first time...Who are all these people looking at me whilst I attempt a Suffolk accent and try to make them laugh at the right moments...Laugh's? In a WWII play about the German's invading England I hear you gasp? Just you wait...Hitler won't know what's hit him...