The final scene is turning into a showstopper (if that makes any sense, given that it's the ending?)
Tonight a small mixed group of teens cycling by spotted us leaving the chapel and began a one-way, shouted interrogation from the pavement which lasted well over five minutes. It was slightly annoying to start with, but got funnier as it went on: "wha' are vey doin'? - why are you walkin' so slowly? - whysat bloke crawlin' on the ground? You look like zombies!" And finally, after about three minutes: "I fink they're actin'." When we broke rank at the end and ran in for the applause, they disappeared quite sharply.
The performance was good. Different to Saturday, fewer people in the audience, but we were all conscious of not letting standards slip and worked hard to maintain focus. Energy levels may have been slightly lower, but it merely made for a different performance. We felt more relaxed and the lines came more easily as a result.
Ian's voice received a pounding on Saturday night, so he tried to nurse it through his 15 minute monologue - difficult when it's so emotionally charged. Four performances remain, so hoping he will make it.
Paul was sporting a black eye from Saturday night when he got an elbow in the face from James. A bit far to go for a bit of symbolism I thought, but no questioning the commitment.
Friday looks like another sellout, making the week nicely symmetrical, while tickets remain for the other three performances.
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