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Post performance blue

 

It is over.

The noisy applause has stopped ringing in my ears.

The congratuations, the handshakes, the patted shoulders, the compliments, the hugs, the kisses.

The kindness, the warmth.

The heat of the spotlight, so hot on my skin yesterday, is now cold.

We have taken our final bows. The curtain has closed.

The adrenalin has worn off. The high has evaporated.

It has left me low.

I can still almost feel our last embraces.

I miss you. And you.

And especially you.

It was special.

It is over.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

 

 
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Posted by on June 30, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Three weeks

 

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.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Hamish Blakely

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

 

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