Three weeks

05 Jun


It is three weeks exactly to dress rehearsal.

It is not London. Or even a provincial theatre. It is a tiny venue in the heart of leafy England.

And it is not a great play. In fact it is far from a particularly good play.

But none of that makes it any less challenging or demanding. Or compelling. Or exciting.

Especially as I am never offstage throughout its ninety minutes, and my character has much to say.

The set is still under construction. It is going up around us – each rehearsal we arrive to the smell of fresh paint, and discover there has been further construction of our temporary reality. New props arrive, replacing what was makeshift. Whisky bottles and glasses, a desk, a leather sofa, a gun. We try on costumes. We see the newly printed programmes and know it is real.

I am becoming used to using an American accent that would never convince a native.

The reserve that members of the cast felt when we first assembled has melted away. Playing our parts, we touch, we flirt, we argue, we laugh. We fight, physically and verbally. We shout angrily. We look into eyes with passion and longing. We kiss. We have become the people in the script.

And as we practice and perfect, we encourage, we support, we help, and sometimes, we disagree.

We depend on each other, and we believe in each other. We have become close, as always happens.

It is three weeks exactly to dress rehearsal.

In another life, this would have been my life.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely


Posted by on June 5, 2019 in Still Life, Uncategorized


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8 responses to “Three weeks

  1. Romina

    June 5, 2019 at 10:48 am

    I love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. missameliaandsir

    June 5, 2019 at 1:26 pm

    Wow! 💗💗💗

    Liked by 1 person

  3. asimpleredruby

    June 5, 2019 at 5:06 pm

    I’m so happy for you!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Soul Gardening

    June 7, 2019 at 2:29 am

    “… If I’d had more time, I’d have written a shorter letter…”

    Liked by 1 person


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