We arrive with 5 minutes to spare before rehearsal starts.
Just in time
It’s been a while
We’re in a brand new venue
The natural light dims as an automated cover slowly creeps over the ceiling.
We start with facial exercises
‘To wake the pallette up’,
‘Reach down to the stomach.’
‘You can feel the strain in your diaphragm’.
‘My french teacher called it vomiting’
They sing mi-mo-sa
Getting higher and higher
Until they can climb no more.
Kara’s turn now
‘Aaand stretch it out.’
She’s assembling a frame in the corner of the room.
The squeaks accompany the stretches.
‘Once you’ve finished stretches, can you make your way to the mat’.
‘Guys do you want come and join us’?
I look up and take a glance at Lucy.
We join the throng.
Several minutes later I am again reminded that I really should join a gym.
Warm up over
The fun begins.
The players separate.
And Alex and Georgie.
Sections from a future project are rehearsed.
I haven’t seen this before
All very purposeful.
As I read through the storyline for our next piece
I start to see purpose in the different movements of each player.
And hides a deeper meaning.
Now constructed by Jo’s squeaky handiwork
Is now standing patiently at the far corner of the room.
It has a big part to play for this next project.
But it’s purpose
Will have to be revealed in time.