It's the worst day of the run, the Sunday. After months of rehearsals, and the frantic pace of the last couple of weeks with costumes and sets, tech rehearsal band call dress rehearsal... the run.
We played to pack houses. We sold out every performance. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, twice on Saturday...
And there were speeches, and a party, and so much wine... And people re-enacting the bits with the kisses.
And I rolled into bed some time after three... now it's Sunday.
There is no more show, but I have the music still lodged in my head. There is no more show, there are no more performances, no rehearsals...
We start on the Summer Show (which is a variety show) on April 3rd, but what do I do with myself until then?
I know what I'll be doing,
the9thdoctorand I have been talking about our next collaboration and we're almost ready to start writing it - so that's what I'll be doing for the next month.
Getting Caught will have the last chapters posted before long, and then I have some one-shot pieces to post.
It's just hard, the come down, getting on with your life...