Last night, I announced that I was booked until March and those dangling fresh projects best step back and turn around. I got an offer for a play this morning which I turned down (though I was tempted). And then. And then. A friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend called, in need of a costume for her son's school play and out of ideas. Her five-year-old needs to be a blowfish by next Wednesday. Adorable. Amazing. I am so in. Yes, one needs to make important theatre, tell relevant stories, practice one's craft, make a living, keep a resume impressive. But sometimes it's way cooler to make a five-year-old into a blowfish.
(photo from Telegraph archives)
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