The last week of rehearsals for The Memory of Water is in full swing now and the cast is working hard to perfect the finer details for the already sold out houses. I think I’m right in saying that Charming On-Stage Lover and I even got a ‘highly commended’ from the Director for the finer details of the new, unrehearsed action on page 30 last night.
I just feel there’s something missing from my off-stage relationship with Charming On-Stage Lover. It’s been reduced, not in a detumescence kind of way, but in the ‘how-was-your-day-have-you-seen-any-good-films-lately-how-are-the-Small-People-and-Her-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed’ kind of way. There’s just not the time for normal conversation; no time to chat or exchange pleasantries before 25 pages have gone by and he’s knocking at the window like Heathcliffe (or was it Cathy?).
Hence why snogging and blogging seems to be our only contact at the moment. We haven’t even had time to discuss the blogging face to face – the conversations have all been keyboard to keyboard like online trainspotters who sit at their computer wearing grey shoes, drinking something alcoholic with a deranged look on their faces. (Yes, there is actually a site for online trainspotting – why not try it out? There’s no alcohol though, just a nice cup of tea on offer. Accept at your own risk.)
Ah well, maybe we’ll have time to talk after The Memory of Water. And before this year’s 24 Hour Musical, when we’ll both be awake from Friday morning to late on Saturday night in the name of raising money for a very worthy charity.
My hope for this year’s musical is that it’s about what I’m used to. A bed. That way I won’t even have to get up.
So how about Bedknobs and Broomsticks? No?
What about Hair, with its song that pays tribute to an old mattress? No – even more clothes to take off than in The Memory of Water.
Other songs sung on a bed are… oh no, I’ve got that sinking feeling…
… ‘My Favorite Things’. That’s it. The Sound of Music. Charming On-Stage Lover and I will be transported back to 1983 and our first production together.
Suddenly there is meaning where there was none before.