The moment I step into the wings, a palpable energy washes over me. The crowd, packed and expectant, seems to vibrate with anticipation. Ben Whishaw, in full costume, stands like a lost waif backstage, awaiting our entrance. We exchange a brief hug, both of us trying to calm our racing hearts and breathe in sync.
As I make my way down the short passage, my nervousness kicks in – not fear, but excitement and anticipation. My breathing remains steady, but my heart pounds in my chest. The adrenaline coursing through me is unmistakable, a physical sensation that's both exhilarating and terrifying. I know that in this split second, I'll be pushed to the edge of my comfort zone.
The call from the deputy stage manager comes, and suddenly we're off. We pause briefly at the edge of the platform, our hearts still pounding, before taking our positions under the tree and on the stone. The crowd's energy is like a physical wave, crashing against us as we await the signal to begin.
Ben, as Vladimir, speaks his first line with conviction, while I struggle to regain my composure. It's only when he delivers a laugh that catches me off guard – one that wasn't anticipated – that our routine kicks in. We're back on track, our movements fluid and practiced.
The entrances of Jonathan Slinger and Tom Edden add a welcome injection of energy, drawing the crowd into their performances. I'm struck by Jon's effortless charm, his masterful control over the audience's laughter. His voice is calm and authoritative, a perfect example of how to 'turn it on.' Then, there's Tom – a whirlwind of charisma, effortlessly captivating the crowd with every word.
As we navigate the twists and turns of Beckett's classic play, our performances are met with applause and adoration. During the final bow, I catch a glimpse of the sea of faces, each one unique yet united in their appreciation for our work. For that fleeting moment, it feels like we've truly earned the praise.
As the curtain falls, we collapse into an elated-exhausted group hug, tears welling up in my eyes as I take it all in – the rush, the joy, and the sense of accomplishment that comes with bringing this iconic play to life.
As I make my way down the short passage, my nervousness kicks in – not fear, but excitement and anticipation. My breathing remains steady, but my heart pounds in my chest. The adrenaline coursing through me is unmistakable, a physical sensation that's both exhilarating and terrifying. I know that in this split second, I'll be pushed to the edge of my comfort zone.
The call from the deputy stage manager comes, and suddenly we're off. We pause briefly at the edge of the platform, our hearts still pounding, before taking our positions under the tree and on the stone. The crowd's energy is like a physical wave, crashing against us as we await the signal to begin.
Ben, as Vladimir, speaks his first line with conviction, while I struggle to regain my composure. It's only when he delivers a laugh that catches me off guard – one that wasn't anticipated – that our routine kicks in. We're back on track, our movements fluid and practiced.
The entrances of Jonathan Slinger and Tom Edden add a welcome injection of energy, drawing the crowd into their performances. I'm struck by Jon's effortless charm, his masterful control over the audience's laughter. His voice is calm and authoritative, a perfect example of how to 'turn it on.' Then, there's Tom – a whirlwind of charisma, effortlessly captivating the crowd with every word.
As we navigate the twists and turns of Beckett's classic play, our performances are met with applause and adoration. During the final bow, I catch a glimpse of the sea of faces, each one unique yet united in their appreciation for our work. For that fleeting moment, it feels like we've truly earned the praise.
As the curtain falls, we collapse into an elated-exhausted group hug, tears welling up in my eyes as I take it all in – the rush, the joy, and the sense of accomplishment that comes with bringing this iconic play to life.