I was hoping to make a quick blog post before getting ready for our performance of Recipe for Murder Royale, the murder mystery we are presenting to benefit Salisbury Grange. We have not rehearsed at the Grange, but I feel that is the least of my worries. Did I say I was worried? Say it ain’t so! But I think many performers get butterflies of one sort of another.
This is us!
My butterflies are often regarding the pesky details moreso than the performance itself (moreso isn’t a word? Who knew) (oh I just checked: it is a nonstandard spelling). Much like the butterflies I get before a road race: I am more concerned with finding a parking space and getting to the starting line on time than the actual running. It is not a perfect parallel, however. I harbor a few qualms about the performance. After all, running is a fairly straightforward proposition. In theatre, you have lines to remember and other actors to deal with.
Well that little sidetrack took my mind off my troubles for a few minutes.
What I have to worry about this morning is getting ready, making sure I have something to eat (not easy since I have not been grocery shopping), getting to the Grange (I’ve driven there before, but regular readers know my propensity for getting lost). Getting ready is the main thing. What, oh what am I going to do with my hair? I was growing it out for Prescription: Murder, and that worked out fairly well, with the help of the wonderful woman who volunteered to do hair and make-up.
I will NOT be able to do this myself!
Well, I will wash it and perhaps blow it dry and see what I can do. Time to look over my lines again, take my shower, get something to eat (not all at once, but no promises about that given my dithery state of mind). I’m sure I’ll break a leg. If I forget all my lines, my castmates may break it for me!
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