From Rebecca Pearcy

Week 5- ok I have lost track of times and weeks... so lets just say it is week 5 even if it is not.

Can I just announce... what is with the weather in this state?? Come on! Let’s sort it out! I mean, its spring already in England. Where is the sun and the chicks and little lambs that bounce around during spring time? Instead we get ice storms and snow and rain and then some more snow and then a little bit more ice and then some more snow!!! Rehearsal has been cancelled twice already because of the weather! Shocking! Does the weather not understand that there is art to be created! The reason I say this is because I am stuck in my bare apartment (I am in the process of moving apartments, hence the reason it is bare) because of an ice storm. I really wanted to rehearse tonight! The old lot (1800 group) have not had a rehearsal for about a week and I feel lost and discombobulated and in the need to rehearse! I feel a little lost with My ol’ pal Thomasina. I feel like I need to reconnect with her. It is not enough to just run the lines with my kitten who stares blankly at me as if I am insane, which perhaps I am. I have got to the point where I want to run the whole thing over and over again. I want to get into the auditorium and prance around on the stage! We may not be ready to do that yet, but that is what I want to do right now.

The reason for this is because I feel as if I have got into a rhythm and I keep saying the lines in the same way and it’s really starting to bug me. I need to shake myself up. I know when I do it and then I get really disappointed with myself and do the same thing again for the next line because I am thinking about how disappointed I am with myself for being so boring. And then because I get angry with myself, the anger comes out in my voice and I sound like a brat and Miss Thomasina is not a brat. So... my suggestion is, wake up Miss Pearcy! I do not think it helps when I eat a whole box of Girl Scout cookies and then enter the rehearsal room bouncing off the walls from a sugar overload and then end up crashing. This is what happened at the last rehearsal. Sorry everyone for freaking you out! It was the sugar rush. I now know, no more sugar.

Plautus the tortoise has reached our shores but we have still yet to meet our new actor. I am so excited for Plautus! I love tortoises and I love the fact he is joining the team! I can not wait for all his little antics like eating the books on the table and weeing everywhere! No, of course, I am sure he will be an amazing little actor and behave like a good boy.

Tomorrow we have waltz lessons (hopefully if the ice goes away!) YAY!!! I can not wait to start waltzing round the room like one of those dancers in a music box. You know one of those boxes you wind up and it plays a little ditty whilst the plastic toy spins round to the music. I feel as if Adam and I need to start having fun with our characters and our relationship and think prancing around the room together will help. Its difficult to start playing with our relationship as tutor and pupil because of the time period, there are certain constraints. Such as, I can not playfully hit or wind up my tutor like I would nowadays as that would be considered taboo in the 1800’s. I can not have any physical contact with him. I have to be careful about how I say things and the way I sit and walk and everything. There are times when I have just wanted to throw my piece of paper at him out of fun but its not allowed. Its not that I want to be naughty because I would not do it in a naughty way but there are certain things I would bring to Thomasina if she had been alive in present day. And because I am constantly watching what I am doing and correcting myself before I even do them I sometimes feel as if I am not interacting with Adam as I should. I think working on the waltz scene will help me understand their relationship more and what I am exactly allowed to get away with.

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