The diary of the new girl.

Was Winona Rider named after Winona Lake? We arrived Monday late afternoon, the other 4 went to the nearby Italian restaurant, Papa Vinos, for some pasta, I was so exhausted I opted for pot noodle in bed. Tuesday was rainy and chilly, but by the end of the day the sun was back out and we donned our gladrags to have dinner with the Grace team. The sun set over the lake through the windows of Cerulean as we enjoyed our cheese boards, wine, duck breast and crème brulee, we discussed favourite bands, books & food.

Back at the hotel, Michael introduced us all to the game, Ex Libris, and we played and laughed for a good couple of hours (would highly recommend this game post dinner). Wednesday we teched the little theatre, a sweet, shallow proscenium arch with an intimate, puppet show feel. We made a trip to sit by the lake in the sun for a bit, before exploring Walmart and then heading to Mad Anthony’s brewery in Warsaw.

The shows went well, we played the smaller space with a different energy, trying new things. We had to rethink the washing line moment and used the wings a little more as there was no space behind our chairs on stage, changing it up made it feel fresh and fun. Laughs landed in different places, we stayed on our toes and on the second night had to run back on to bow again.

Friday was a big day for all of us. Anna went Jean shopping (which anyone who’s ever been Jean shopping before will know, is practically a competitive sport) the trip ended in a successful purchase, a picture of the jeans will surely feature in an upcoming blog. Michael, having been a guest on Pat Loebs’ podcast that day, popped into his Block Party Post Show, where he met a man called Jared, who happened to be a custodian of THE Billy Sunday’s house, Michael then managed to sweet talk his way into a private tour of the house on Sunday.

The gang took me for my FIRST EVER drive through experience. Culvers did not disappoint- the woman who took our order through the strange microphone machine was in hysterical laughter, and even asked us “is this real?” (probably due to our English accents), so much so that her colleague had to take over the order, but by this time the car was already laughter infected, and we giggled the rest of the way home, enjoying our burgers, chips & cheese curds in the lobby.

On Saturday morning Sam & I ran around the lake as the sun rose (Sam hit an impressive 10k PB which needs a mention), and Waggy & Anna found proper coffee at the farmers market. Scot came to see the final show and we put the world to rights in the lobby (this lobby has never seen such excitement as it has this week). Sunday was Michael’s house tour, an experience he described as “suspended in time”. Much to the dismay of the hotel staff, the rest of us took chairs from the lobby and sat in the sun beaming down on the car park at the front of the hotel with some snacks I’d picked up from Walmart. Trust the British people to find any sliver of sun and make the most of it.

Once Michael was back, he drove us to Ledge View Brewery, where we sat in the beer garden (Waggy threw a double corn hole, if you don’t know what this is, just trust me – very impressive) until we were chased inside by a swarm of wasps. We tested all the hot sauces they had and rated them, we ate more sweet potato fries than you’d think is humanly possible, we discussed our dream music festivals, we got an early night before a 5am pick up. New York, watch out, five silly actors are coming your way.

The diary of the new girl.

Last Sunday the week ended with the lovely Deb Gasper taking us all for dinner, which ended in her presenting some vegan chocolate cheesecakes she’d bought for my birthday and I, embarrassingly, burst into tears (good tears, happy tears). The following day was my actual day of birth, and our travel day. Waggy (aka Trevor Travel) gallantly leading the way through South Bend airport and onto the first flight. My cast mates had managed to get the message to the pilot that it was my birthday and as we landed he made an announcement, and everyone on board clapped – I’m going to begin to demand this every year from now on. A flight, an announcement & some applause, please. Our layover in Dallas, and the cowboys cheerleaders merchandise avoided, we hopped on the next flight, knuckles white gripping the arm rest during the turbulence.

Arriving in San Antonio, Dr Kimberly Fonzo was there to greet us and take us to our hotel, the hairy Texan roads marginally more terrifying than the flight. With strict instructions to be downstairs, dressed to impressed by 19:15, I shimmied into a skirt and slapped on a red lip, meeting the gang by the pool. We had some beers and they told me we were going to McDonalds for my 30th (I would have loved this, they have the best fast food fries and I will die on that hill) and we set off in an uber, the Golden Arches approaching.

The McDonald’s act was in fact a joke, and we pulled up to Vegan Avenue, a gorgeous restaurant that did lovely cocktails and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself crying AGAIN. The meal was fantastic and I felt so loved, and grateful to be surrounded by such beautiful, kind, generous friends on my birthday. The uber home was one of the funniest 10 minutes of my life after Anna and I got the giggles – the giggles being a big theme that continued this week.

We tech’ed the first theatre on the Tuesday, an acoustic heaven, and loved the Wednesday show. The audience was warm and engaged. The guitar Dr Fonzo had for me to use was iconic, I felt very rock & roll.

The theatre we tech’d on Thursday and played on Friday & Saturday was the Bueno Vista downtown theatre, a more traditional theatre space with lights around the dressing room mirrors and a massage chair in the green room. The Saturday show was a lesson in the fact that you can never tell what an audience is thinking and feeling. They were quiet (listening, attentive) we lost a few of the usual laughs and in the interval worriedly hoped it was all landing alright – we had nothing to worry about, however, as at the curtain call they cheered the loudest and longest of all the audiences so far, we had to go out for more bows!

On Sunday we had pancakes for brunch, listening to some (what can kindly be described as) bizarre live music, Sam beat me at bananagrams and then we explored the river walk a little more, ending up at a swanky restaurant that we nearly didn’t get into, but Crichlow managed to book us in last minute.

Now with Waggy leading the way with travel, Sam in his blazer looking far too cool to be going on a plane, Michael’s lost a wheel on his case but is happy with his super strong coffee, and Anna & I giggling behind them, we head back to Indiana.

The diary of the new girl.

It is our first week of public performances, and we all feel match fit – raring to go. We are ready to see where the laughs land or need work, figure out the acoustics with a full house, and get the full show rhythmically into our bodies.

Monday is Waggy’s birthday, we head for a big breakfast in Chicago (I’m talking eggs and hash and toast and pancakes big) then board the coolest looking train I’ve ever seen to head back to South Bend. A zoom with the professors for this weeks workshops, and we all plan a little bit before meeting in the Lobby to drive Waggy to a surprise destination (a fun games bar). Where we were met by Scott, Matthew and Cate and ordered tacos, pizzas, beers. The man running the music bingo that night recognised Sam, Anna, Cate and I from our incredible karaoke performances the previous week, and persuades us to join in the bingo. A faction of us break away to play pool, and the night ends with a basket ball toss competition (Waggy, the birthday boy, wins with 37 points in 45 seconds).

Tuesday is the start of workshops and we have our tech in the afternoon. Anna and Sam (tech 1 & 2), superbly set up and plot the whole show with Scott, Brian and Kadie-Sue. The rest of us arrive to cue-to-cue the show, run the storm in the new lighting state, go over some musical bits and finally, exhausted but satisfied, meet in the lobby to line run the whole play before stumbling to our rooms at 11pm ish.

We were all proud of our first public show on Wednesday, well paced, well received and well enjoyed by us – we felt like we were still figuring out some moments, but overall 5 happy actors readied themselves for the rest of the week. Thursday’s show was a bit slower, Michael mentioned the dreaded ‘second show syndrome’ and we were all being careful to not get complacent, putting clarity as a top priority, but as Anna wisely reminded us all – we need to trust the work we have done on clarity throughout this whole process and pick up the pace, a note that we all put into practise on Friday, and the show runs at a lick. Now we’re getting into the groove, we’re all sad to be leading South Bend; this feels like home now, but also excited to take our show to more places, and meet more people, tell our story to new audiences & to continue to play.

The diary of the new girl.

So much has happened since I last put pen to paper that I don’t really know where to begin. So, I’ll keep this blog like the perfect skirt, short enough to be fun and long enough to cover all the important bits.

Monday was full of admin and paperwork. We were all pretty jet lagged and only just managed to make it through an afternoon of rehearsals. We were taken out to a trivia night by some of the team, and although I felt like my eyes wouldn’t stay open at first, the energy in the group & the variety of questions kept us all on our toes. We knew all of the Irish music questions, and I slightly embarrassed myself by my confidence answering a question about Snow White. A lot of fun & beer was had.

The rest of the week was a whirlwind of being wide awake at 5am from jet lag and meeting the others in the hotel gym for a pre rehearsal sweat, figuring out how we make our storm more chaotic & enjoying the South Bend food scene (I had the best Mexican bowl & spicy margarita of my life). I took a trip to Trader Joe’s and immediately fell in love – can they come to the uk please?!

The theatre at Notre Dame is truly spectacular, great acoustics & a gorgeous playing space. By Thursday we’re having lots of fun & do another run through of the show, where we find new things, we play.

Peter & Scott watched our showing on Wednesday and their confidence in what we’ve come up with filled us all with joy. A few notes to work through on Thursday, we head out to the brewery and I experience my first (and definitely not last) beer flight.

Even starting to write about Friday leaves me feeling a little emotional. We did our first preview at Westville correctional facility, the floor was dusty & the stage is anti-raked, the acoustics were terrible – every word echoed, we knew we had to be on the top of our games. And we were, slowing down the language, articulating & making sure every thought was clear, it was a necessarily muscular show, in a 30° room with no air con, and it was two of the best hours of my life. We got a standing ovation, and the q&a with the prisoners afterwards showed how much they had understood, and taken away from the performance, their questions were intelligent and kind. The themes of freedom, power, love, revenge, forgiveness stayed in the air well past the final line.

I’ve always loved theatre, its magic & ability to transport the audience to another place, seeing a story that might resonate on a deep level, might make you feel something, change your way of thinking. When you become an actor, leave drama school & start working, there’s a trap you can easily fall into, where you forget about what theatre is truly about, and silly things become important (the ‘name’ attached the show, the theatre you’re playing, who’s at the press night blah blah blah) and this prison showing (in Sam’s brilliant words) was like when you recalibrate yourself on google maps. It brought us all back to the power of good story telling, keeping it simple & clear, the connection between the audience & the players. The words. The play. Each other.

We drove into Chicago, which made me nearly cry again, Scott took us for a delicious meal, which made me actually cry, and then we went to the house of blues for some live music. Sam managed to persuade Anna and I to finish the night with a pickle back – honestly disgusting, but also a highlight of my weekend. The other highlights included: the art institute, a Pilates class, vegan ramen, accidentally joining a half marathon that was taking place along Lake Michigan, the DuSable museum, Anna stamping on a wasp while we ate lunch on the river, swimming in Michigan lake, the architecture boat tour. Chicago has a piece of my heart. Now back to South Bend to continue the Tempest.

The Diary of the New Girl.

Pardon? Week 5? Are you having a laugh? 10 minutes ago it was day one, and now we’re in the final week of London rehearsals? Bile rises in my stomach at this thought as I cycle the treacherous roads in south London, a tube strike meaning road rage is at an all time high this week. This rehearsal process is reminding me a lot of marathon training – we are all in need of a lot of sleep, food, caffeine, we’re mentally and physically tired but also gaining strength, stamina and working our imagination, craft & voices like muscles. It’s hard but it’s worth it, we’re about to enter race season.

Monday sees us run the first half in the morning and the second half in the afternoon, we note down moments that need work and individually note things we need to remember to remember (where a prop is place, perhaps – or if a line was slightly in the wrong order, who’s hat is that? Etc). It’s looking in an alright shape and on Tuesday we work through all these gnarly bits, smoothing them out. By Wednesday we’re ready for our first showing to the associate directors, but Waggy helpfully reminds us all that this is a showing of where we are at, and not a final, polished version of the thing. I exhale slightly.

We did do the showing but, to be honest, I can’t really remember what happened as I was so full of adrenaline and cortisol my brain has mostly blocked it out. It happened – that much is certain. A lot of our feedback was positive, and the main note was that because we have done so much work on clarity and sense of the story, we now have the opportunity to release all of that, trust that the work is done, mess it all up a bit, make it weirder, wilder, let go of the reigns and enjoy it. We can do that. We head to the Brixton brewery and enjoy beers, crisps & pizza, desperate to switch off but totally unable to. We get told off by the people behind the bar for playing our ukulele’s and practising some songs. They obviously didn’t realise it was a group of THEATRICAL GENIUSES at work. 

Packing the suitcase and trying to get it under 23kgs was arguably harder than dissecting act 4. We’ve somehow managed it though and head home at the end of the week to pack our own suitcases, say goodbye to our family & friends & try to sleep a little. 

So, here I am, sitting on our American Airlines flight, about to take off, typing up the last few sentences of this weeks blog. We met at Heathrow Terminal 3 and hugged dramatically like true luvvies. Waggy, Anna & Michael kindly take some of my clothes from my suitcase as I am * gulp * 5kgs over the maximum weight. My shoddy packing skills revealing that this is, in fact, my first rodeo. We whisk through security, spray perfume all over ourselves in duty free and head straight for a fry up, coffees and an airport pint. I keep feeling embarrassed at how excited I am but the gang reassure me being “cool” is overrated, and what’s the point in life if you can’t feel joy, right? In next weeks blog I’ll let you know at what point in the 7 hours 30 minutes flight the excitement leaves my body and is replaced by boredom, but in reality, looking at the movie selection, that’s unlikely to happen. Fasten your seatbelts, we’re ready for take off.