And I got a part. I think its only a small part, and I think this because my character’s name is merely "The Reporter" and my name was fifth from the bottom of the list. I haven't read the script yet, so I could be wrong, but we're going to go with that. She's a character in the German play, The Visit and our first rehearsal, a script reading is on Monday evening, so I guess I'll find out more about the character and the story then.

I'm glad I got a part in The Visit, for a few reasons. Firstly, because I miss the theatre and I want to be a part of it again. It gives me the chance to meet people and be involved in the society. And it was probably better to get a part in this one, rather than Streetcar because The Visit will be performed in early December, thus not interfering at all in any travel plans I may make, whereas Streetcar would involve me needing to still be in Swansea in February, when Jess and Darko and I should be making the start on our journeys. So its all good!

Auditions

So, I joined the Drama Society. You know what I’ve learnt? That Crazy Theatre People are the same the world over.

Last Thursday, we had our first Social – which meant getting dressed up like we were from the eighties (sigh) and heading out into town. Yes, people in public saw me with big teased hair, badly coloured eye makeup and far too many bangles up my arms. I am so ashamed.

We went to a very funky little cafe called Mambo where we had the entire downstairs room to ourselves and we proceeded to drink two-for-one cocktails and play silly drama-type drinking games.

I would just like to side step a moment here and point out that Britain has never heard of RSA. Nope, not at all. Pubs here will go to any lengths to get you totally trashed and violent and poor. Two-for-one cocktails, they’ll make your drink a double for an extra 20p, they don’t cut you off when you’ve had to much and I CAN BUY A DOUBLE VODKA AND REDBULL FOR £2 PEOPLE!!!! But at least they give you a little plug thingy to put in your bottle to stop people spiking it.

But anyway, back to the Drama Society. Tuesday night was auditions for two plays: A German black comedy called The Visit and A Streetcar Named Desire. I didn’t think I’d done too well, because I find it difficult to show my full potential in auditions. I know I could be the best damn Stella you’ve ever seen, but I find it hard to show you that when I’ve had fifteen minutes to prepare and I’ve never met you before. I think I did a little better on the audition for The Visit, simply because it was a more light-hearted script and it gave the opportunity to show a wider range of emotion than did the Streetcar piece. Well, last night I had a call-back for Streetcar, which was... interesting. Rather than being another audition as such, it was a workshop, which involved torturous dance style physical warm-ups, group discussions, improvised scenes and, of course, the all-important group audition staple: a game of stuck-in-the-mud. Again, I don’t think I really had the chance to show what I can do to my full potential and I’m not quite sure what the director was looking for in our efforts last night. So, I’m not holding my breath, but I am, however, now off to check the noticeboards to read the cast lists. Wish me luck!