Opening Night

Opening night has occurred. Champagne was consumed, before and after the affair. It was a lovely coming together of nights. Thank you speeches were made and we ascended the tower stairs to watch the show. While all this champagne drinking and celebrating had already started before the show, nerves were still being felt all around and the desire to spew was evident, and apparently a shared experience for the actors as they casually went through lines, had a vomit and kept on preparing. It's all in the name of art, what we put ourselves through, but the rush afterwards from performing is an intoxicating drug so thats what you remember. Like getting a wax, the silky smooth legs after the wax make you forget the pain of the waxing until you return and do it all over again and you think why am I doing this to myself? I'm told it's what some people go through with pregnancy, they do it all over again because they forget how painful it is but once the labour starts again they remember and think I must be mad, this kills. Not that I'm comparing waxing to giving birth. That would be mad.

The performance was a success, people laughed at the wit and friendship between Sebastian and Claryssa. And silence descended by the end as the audience grappled with the story.

I wish the performers Sarah and Dylan all the best over the season, and thank them for letting me blog their process. Also to Arena and Malthouse theatre for being so generous with their time and letting me hang around and observe this brilliant show.