8th of December
For our final performance, David and I both felt really good.
We mainly hung out together in my dressing room, going over bits and keeping each other sane.
The music you hear is from “Greatest Love Hits” (or something of that nature): basically the only CD we found in the light booth.
Like I anticipated, David and I were in tears during the bow. Backstage we opened up a bottle of champagne…which then spurted on my face when I took a sip cuz we didn’t have any glasses. You know it’s a good night when you have tears and champagne on your face.
But people responded very well: they said they were captivated and the debates over which character was in the right continued- which is exactly what we wanted. People who I didn’t even know came up to me and told me how much they liked it which was really nice.
I met and chatted with more people who saw the play. Everything was hunky dory until David announced that he was off to bed. This opened the flood gates for me. It had finally sunk in that the party and therefore the play was completely over. Poor James consoled me and just when I was about to get a hold of myself I’d start crying again. Basically: I was a mess.
More on this in a later blog.

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