The Only Thing We Have To Fear, Is Fear Itself
I'd like to thank Nick Lee for writing this. If you enjoy this, you are encouraged to check his website out. It starts in an old dusty gymnasium-turned-theatre in St. Macartan’s College, where Declan, the tenacious purveyor of this most excellent blog and I attend school between the years of 1994 and 2000. There is a dangerous moment in the theatre which I never discuss with other actors. It’s too dangerous. I can count on one hand how many times I’ve known it to happen. But the first time it happens to me is in that dusty old gymnasium-turned-theatre. I am performing in a dress rehearsal for the school play. A dress rehearsal is the final rehearsal before performance, for those who don’t know. Some say a bad dress rehearsal means a great first night. Which is bullshit. But it’s comforting if you make a balls of the dress rehearsal. It’s often the first time you wear the costume, the make up, and the lights are on you. You experience the heat of the stage. You can’t see anybody