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It is interesting trying to explain an experience to someone when you can't even find the words to begin with, all the memories are there but no words could ever express to someone who didn't experience it just how truly incredible an experience it was but I will try my best.
Excited, Ready, Apprehensive, Challenged,
Into it, Out of it, Appalled, Afraid.
Incredibly, unbelievably, lucky to be there. In love with it all.
I had already had ten days in England before meeting up with the YSC at Heathrow Airport greeting 23 beautiful, young, Kiwi creatures, that over the next twenty-something days would be my comrades in an adventure which was not going to be for the faint-hearted or thin-skinned. Nothing could have prepared us for the days ahead. As a company we knew two things: 1. We were going to be performing Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet on the Globe stage and 2. We had 11 days to be performance ready for a public audience. Thanks to NCEA, most of the company was relatively knowledgeable about the Romeo and Juliet tragedy, from studying it in either English or Drama but that didn't change the fact that no one had been given their roles yet. After a full day of classes and meeting our director and tutors for the first time, and then another day on a “find the Shakespearean monument” chase around
London, we were assigned our parts. This gave us 8 days to learn them in time for our first dress rehearsal. Plenty of time!?
Cast as the magnificent Mercutio, and given the “Queen Mab” speech to perform, was exciting to say the least, but I am not going to lie and tell you that I wasn't scared shitless! The first day sight-reading that speech, script in hand, stumbling over words line by line, aware of iambic pentameter but unable to find my feet (in more ways than one) and struggling to understand the meaning of what I was saying, was the worst moment for me. However, we were all in the same boat and the need to get it together, trust each other and believe in the process meant the camaraderie we felt was phenomenal.
I started my days at 5:30am with a run from Bankside across the Millennium Bridge down to Southwark Bridge and back to the Globe, to get some air and shout my lines to the Thames. Nobody I passed seemed surprised. Maybe actors have been doing that there for centuries. The full days of Shakespeare lectures, voice/movement classes and rehearsals left us physically and emotionally exhausted and invigorated at the same time. I didn’t want to waste a moment morning or night. The tutors were so inspiring and encouraging. Every day gave us something to soak up (we were Dawn’s Shakey Sponges after all) and I wanted to absorb everything but it was hard trying to sort it all out in my head, stay sane, learn lines, get enough sleep and not be tempted to spend all night down at the basement pub performing tipsy Shakespeare sonnets with the other 18+ members of the company. The one-pound
coffee every two hours did help a lot though.
When I said that this experience was not for the faint of heart, even for a drama kid, I was not being dramatic. Our first onstage rehearsal was 3 days before our final performance. From 11PM-2AM we rehearsed in the moonlight with the faint buzz of London city in the distance; still alive and awake just like us. Stepping onto the Globe stage that night was a rush; especially knowing that in 72 hours we would be back there with an audience in front of us. We all knew a lot of work was still to be done for our performance to be any good and our rehearsal time was running out! However, our director, Timothy Walker, pushed us to believe we could do it and with the support from our incredible tutors and the support we gave one another, we did. It was truly magical. Our midnight performance three days later, to friends, family, stragglers, strays, students and aficionados
alike, was a moment blessed with all the glories theatre can bring. We danced, sang, spoke, laughed and cajoled as we told the sad story of the tragic Romeo and Juliet, and with the beauty of Shakespeare’s words and the belief instilled by our tutors and ourselves, I truly believe we all found a moment to soar.
And then …. it was over…. but not quite! The next day…. we were on the bus to Stratford Upon Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace. We spent the next four days exploring where Shakespeare grew up and experiencing British life outside of London. My last night in England was spent with the YSC gang in an old pub round the corner from where we were staying in Stratford Upon Avon. Around midnight I spotted a piano in the corner, the bartender gave me a nod and so in my overly-confident, tipsy state, (maybe imbued with a touch of the brave Mercutio), I sat down at the piano and started to play and sing Nina Simone's ‘Feeling Good’, because I was feeling good and for a minute life was just happening and it was great. We sang and danced for what felt like forever and then, just like that, we were back on the plane to New Zealand.
Thank you to everyone who believed in me on this journey. Even though, I am now definitely behind on my schoolwork, it was worth it!
My goal now is to get back there as soon as possible and see what else the city of London has for me. I hope I have the chance to be a part of an experience like that again but I know they are rare and precious. Shakespeare, as usual, had the words for the occasion when he said,.. “we know what we are, but not what we may be”. You never know what life has install for you! So fingers crossed for more of the same.
Thank you, Ella Augusta
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