on stage! I’ve always loved being on acting; as long as someone else has written the lines (and I can remember them) I’m happy. Reading Shakespeare in class, reciting poetry at concerts, being a weasel, a munchkin, a hag. Perfecting my miming skills to ensure a place at the front of the chorus (I can’t sing). A week when I left behind student politics and ditzed about in our college farce. Oh and my seven year old disappointment when I developed tonsillitis and missed my big chance as the lead in the Christmas play.
I can still remember my entrance .
After that play at uni. I did nothing for years. I often imagined myself up on stage when I visited the theatre but didn’t venture beyond imagining.
Until I moved.
And joined the drama group.
I still can’t sing, but I have so much fun pretending.