All The World's A Stage

And a really small one at that.

You know, if someone had told me a year ago that this Christmas time I'd be on stage about once a week, I'd have been filled with prophetic joy. Of course that was before I joined a company that built and transported their own specialty sets. Sets which are built around a one-size-fits-all and curtains-solve-everything theory. It's a brilliant idea, in theory and in practice. 90% of the time we have nice big school halls, space to spread out and really work the whole performance space. And then there's the other times.

Sets are usually built on stages, to fit the stage. Stages, however, are not built with sets in mind, and so we have often found ourselves crushed into tiny spaces with a large amount of equipment and packaging (i.e. big, space-hogging boxes) leaving us to shimmy around backstage as though we were trying not to wake some sort of sleeping monster. Not exactly glamorous, but somehow I manage to smile nonetheless. Probably because I still enjoy it.

Peter also hit Captain Hook today in the face. With a sword. Luckily there's enough movement in that scene to cover up my unstoppable laughter.