4.10am – I am kept awake by Husband of Mine tossing and turning. He is awake, knowing that he needs to get up at 5.30am to catch a flight to Guernsey for a meeting.
5.30am – I hear the alarm go off, but fall asleep again without too much trouble.
7.58am – I wake, hear the faint sound of the television from downstairs, and realise happily that Son of Mine has, for once, obeyed my instructions to the letter:
“Do not under any circumstances, unless there is a crisis which you cannot resolve yourself, wake me up any earlier than 8.00am. Especially if it is just to ask if you can go downstairs and watch TV before breakfast. I am giving you permission in advance to do exactly that.”
“But can I come in and whisper to you?”
“No, because whispering still wakes me up, and I need as much sleep as possible because I will be awake from the second I wake on Friday morning, until I am able to go to bed on Saturday night, because of the 24 hour musical.”
So today is the beginning of that sleep-deprived period of my life. Tonight at 7.30pm I will embark (no clues there, we’ve done sailors with white trousers) on the sixth 24 hour musical that I have been involved in.
For anyone out there who hasn’t the foggiest what I’m on about, let me explain:
Quite a few years ago, Husband of Mine was contemplating a job move. To Guernsey. As with the other of his potential job moves that have been contemplated over the years, my immediate thoughts turn to theatre – is there one in the vicinity of the said job location; will I find like-minded theatrical individuals who are prepared to throw everything into their hobby; are the groups that already exist in the area competent and unafraid to take a risk on shows that aren’t run of the mill G&S or Rodgers & Hammerstein (not that there’s anything wrong with either partnership, just not all the time).
So in my detailed research of Guernsey (and in case you were worried about my lack of interest, I did also research education and housing), I came across Guernsey Youth Theatre and the production that they were working on during that very weekend of my research in 2004 – Bugsy Malone – learnt and rehearsed in 24 hours without sleep for cast and crew alike. Read more about GYT’s 24 musicals here – you can also find them on Facebook.
Brilliant! I thought. I know who would be interested in a similar venture. I have been in many productions over the last 20 or so years with a talented local director who loves, to the point of bordering on obsession, musicals. Director Who Thinks Life is a Musical is also a fan of short rehearsal periods and quirky ideas so who better to pit the idea of staging our own version of the 24 hour challenge to? In the summer of 2004, I was in her production of By Jeeves, so mentioned the Guernsey set up to her one day in the pub.
The following Spring, the first 24 hour musical, to my knowledge, to be attempted in Sussex, emerged, blinking in wonderment like a newborn, into Sussex theatreland’s consciousness. The chosen show was a closely guarded secret until 7.30pm on the night of Friday 1 April (April Fool’s Day – how fitting!), when Director Who Thinks Life is a Musical played the opening bars of – The Sound of Music! Quickly, this in itself was revealed to be the April Fool – and after 24 hours of rehearsal, set making and painting, and a lot of laughter, tears and the inevitable ups and downs, we staged Hot Mikado. Follow the link for a few photos – alas, not of me as I’m always the one with the camera – but believe me when I say I was definitely in it.
The rest, as they say, is history. Probably no one involved with this year’s musical knows where the idea came from; Director Who Thinks Life is a Musical has almost certainly forgotten that conversation with me back in 2004. All credit to her though for making the idea into a reality, I’m just pleased (in a masochistic way) to have been a part of the first, and all subsequent 24 hour productions to date: Grease, Snoopy! The Musical; Dames at Sea; West Side Story and the as yet unknown musical for April 2010.
And so back to tonight’s reveal… which musical will it be this year? A few clues or potential red herrings have surfaced in the past couple of weeks:
My costume list gives nothing away – jeans, trainers, a plain coloured top, black heels, white shirt and leggings.
But I have been asked for a dark coloured coat – specifically the one I borrowed from a friend for the final scene of The Memory of Water – a black swing style coat with a fur collar.
Someone else has been asked for a blazer.
It apparently contains some swearing. I found this out some weeks ago, when asking if it would be suitable for Children of Mine to see.
And my hair in bunches – hmmm.
Only tonight will tell whether these were indeed real clues – albeit unhelpful ones.