My drama group did a production of Coram Boy and we performed to the paying public yesterday and the day before. We had about six hundred people overall come and see us! And best of all, my goal was achieved. I made people cry! (No I'm not sadistic, I was just in some sad scenes).
There are a few things I am glad of though!
1. No more wearing a dress that I can't move or breathe in properly.
2. No more wearing five or more layers on stage.
3. No more vivid dreams about babies being buried (yes it happened in the play).
4. No more six till ten rehersals.
The only real question is, what do I do now?! I've spent so much time with people from drama that it is weird that I'm not going to see them until Tuesday.
Still it's been a blast!







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