"Shark Armbands for 45p? Brilliant!"

Okay so yesterday: nice day.

I at last took a stroll through a typical British neighborhood; all the brick houses crowded together along a narrow street. I met with my reading group for my Theatre and Cultural Politics class and finally had a look inside a British apartment. Very cozy.
After discussing our discussion question for our next class we just got to chatting. There's a great chain called Sainsbury's that I should check out, apparently. One of the girls Roxanne told us how she bought floaty shark armbands there for 45 p. "I don't even need shark armbands, but I had to have them. They were just 45 p!"
It was just too adorable for words.

Later that day I had the dance portion of my Little Shop of Horrors audition.
And oh my god it was intense. First off we were split into two groups. My group were first tested on our harmony skills. That went well. Then we had a break and at the end of it we managed to catch a portion of the other group's dancing audition. And the dance looked pretty tricky.

We then went in to learn it and it was pretty fun. It was to the opening number of Little Shop (duh) and I'm thinking of recording of myself doing it for you guys before I forget it. But we'll see.
It was so funny hearing the choreographer say the lyrics along with each step. It was "Little Shoppe of Hor-ahs". So dainty sounding.
I was doing well but once I got up in front of the panel with two other girls I was concentrating too much on attitude ("Attitude guys!" the director always said) so I fumbled a bit on both chances I had...but I kept going of course.

Before I went the second time this girl came up to me to tell me that she really liked my style. I couldn't tell if she was joking or not but she assured me she was serious and proceeded to tell me about a guild dancing team she ran and she encouraged me to join. Her friend seemed enthusiastic for me to join as well. It was quite flattering. But they're British; their standards are low.
I'm still interested though- it'd be nice to get dance training of some sort.
So you'd think that would've gotten me all inspired before I went to dance the second time around, and it did, but in no way did it improve my technique.

It was still fun!
And afterwards they named out all the girls they wanted to see for principal callbacks. I wasn't named off but they encouraged us all to check the list they'll put up on Monday to see if we're on the ensemble. As the director stressed this he looked directly at me, and now like a silly person I'm hoping that meant I had a good chance of being in the ensemble. All I know is that I want to play one of the three narrator-Supreme-type girls that weave in and out of the story.

Now the director of the musical; I can't tell if he's gay or not but either way I love love love him. He just cracks me up and whenever he spoke I just couldn't keep from smiling. He was so enthusiastic. And for one crazy second I swore he looked a bit like Jonathan Rhys Meyers.

Anyways so there's that.
And last night was the fifth (er so) night that I've had a drink and chat about men with my flatmate Junko from Japan. I may have said this before but she and I have the same taste in men...so it's a constant giggle fest.
I should learn some Japanese while I'm here.

Today I had my Acting Class and once again it was in a room other than the one that is listed on the official timetable. Zarah and I took the bus so it wasn't too hard getting there. The class seems like lots of fun- we started out creating these four tableaux of a fairytale we were assigned (my group did Goldilocks) and from there it got interesting. First there was general conflict among us as the characters within the story and then there was conflict between us as performers, so it got pretty farcical as you can imagine. The idea was to see how real life personalities blend with personalities onstage. The class focuses on Performative Naturalism. It's gonna get really interesting I reckon.

And I discovered they sell liter bottles of Strongbow at the store down the road.
Uh oh.
I'm in trouble.

Lots of trouble.