So that’s it… CLASS is over. At least it will be in 40 minutes. What a massive anti climax.
Class is running and I’m sitting in the caff across the road! Had to get away. I can’t stand watching something I’m embarrassed of. The cast are trying to play pranks on eachother but unfortunately aren’t professional enough to pull it off in front of a paying audience and I am dying of embarrassment. It’s one thing being professional enough to carry off private jokes that the audience can’t see. It’s another to corpse, go bright red and not deliver your lines when you see a wig and a merkin on the friggin Gitan in front of 45 people who have paid good money to see their final show of the festival. It’s like watching some junior nativity play where Mary refuses to kiss Joseph and where Jesus wets himself in the manger. Shame to end on such a note. Can’t wait to get back to reality and spend some quality time with family and friends.
Just been in to the Paradise Green (venue) office and worked out how much dosh we’ve made. We came 7th out of 50 odd shows in terms of takings at their venue. They judge a play’s success on whether the ticket sales covered the venue cost. It did. We’ve done well. And now, here it all ends, and here I am writing. Again. May be my next venture will be writing sans acteurs. A novel perhaps…. once I’ve written the Suburban Spaceman!
Good night and that’s a wrap, classy people xxxx
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