Getting into the nitty gritty of rehearsals now and of course I’ve got the lurgy. Will arrived with it and I deliberately hugged him as I’d sooner have it now than later. Ideally I’ll get the feeling like crap bit out of the way before we hit the run.
It’s a great big old space, but in terms of energy this will be a very very different creature than any previous Christmas Carol for the simple reason that I’ll be wearing a mic.
Every Marley I work with is less musical than the last, but they bring all sorts of other things. Will attacks his part in a way that I understand. He’s always happier doing too much than too little. I’ve been enjoying getting to know him. But Jack has a guitar and used to be in a band. Will can sell a song a la Rex Harrison. Very different fish.
Today I was exhausted. I’m just feeling run down suddenly. My throat hurts. I have a suspicion that this thing Will had happening to him is now happening to me. So I’m back in my room, already bathed, heating cranked up. I’m about to turn in and it’s not even 9. We open in a week. I’ll need to have fought this off by then so I’m giving myself every chance to do so.
Every day brings something new, so I’m very happy with how the show is still growing. It has never rested, really. It is a delightful blend of fixed and flowing.
Sleep is creeping up on me. I’m gonna let it win. New month. White Rabbits!
AlBarclay 