Today was one of those days which, had it been my first day, may have put me off children's theatre for ever.
Show one was fine. Arrived and allowed in early, nice relaxed set-up, and apart from my microphone continuing to not work and at one point my having to stop singing to prevent a mouthful of phlegm from flying into a child's face, it was a good performance.
And then we had the afternoon school. It was trouble from the word go. We pulled the van into the playground at precisely the moment the break bell rang. We were quickly mobbed by obnoxious, idiotic children who's inability to follow simple instructions made me ponder just how much trouble I would get into if I were to throw them onto the roof.. probably a lot, so I resorted to asking them sternly to stay away from the van. Even when one of the little brats kicked the van I resisted my primal urge to grab and fling them a considerable distance. I felt something I don't often experience - anger. True anger is a rare emotion for me, and boy was I seething at these kids. Of course, I couldn't take it out on them, and I could hardly shout at the teachers, so I took the only path open to me; I channelled the anger into Hook and gave my best damned performance yet. My glare could have shriveled sunflowers, my laugh would have had the Thames frozen in fear, and my kicks practically took out the ceiling tiles.
All in all, a good result, since we had an unexpected visit from the company and weren't aware until after the show. Can't deny my legs hurt after that can-can though..
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