The Weekend - bring me it...

End of the week, and things have begun to come together. Scenes are working, knots are being smoothed out and enthusiasm for the coming week is high. The other side of this is the creeping feeling of delirium in the small rehearsal room after the hours and hours we have spent in here. Things are starting to become funny when they have absolutely no reason to, moments that have nothing to do with the humour of the play make us collapse into laughter… A particular favourite are the lines that are written to be interrupted, but a brief loss of focus means the actor has to carry on talking, without the text to guide them. This has led to some wonderfully incongruous topics in scenes where the tension runs high – similar to a story about a badger getting killed that Michael used as an example in a note at the beginning of the week, and has become something of a running joke when things stop making sense… We all need the day off tomorrow to try and clear our heads before what promises to be a packed and intense final week of rehearsals…