A moment's rest. All day today I've been different people - fourn, in fact, counting myself. My head's swimming a bit, I confess - playing a French maid, a female fop, Juliet, and whoever the hell I am is a bit confusing. But, c'est la vie (yeah, that's another thing - I need to memorize lines in French. I don't speak French. Thus, headache.)
Diarius interruptus - heaven knows when I'll get back to it.
Back, finally. So, in the intervening time I had a movement class which left me...I'm not sure what. It had a lot to do with trust, which is something I have major issues with, as aforementioned. In this case, it involved trusting your weight onto someone else and letting them move you around. I have a big problem with falling - I was dropped too much as a child or something, I don't know. It got better as the class went on - after I got picked up and cleared the ground completely by Franz, I had no choice but to relax a bit - I still felt a bit uneasy. I know it's something I have to work on as an actress - maybe it's part of the reason why I'm not very good.
All this was immediately preceded by a distressing discovery - my laminated copy of my father's obituary, always in my backpack, sustained water damage and now the paper is disintegrating. I almsot burst into tears when I saw it - and immediately had to go into a trust exercise. That was fun, believe me.
On the upside, our group saw an incredible show tonight - A Day in the Death of Joe Egg, by Peter Nichols. The use of language, the acting, everything just seemed to...right. It helped make up for everything.
Now I'm listening to my "Bret music", so dubbed by Libby - it's my Dido CD, which reminds me of the first time we went out dancing, and yes, I realize I'm a sap. What else do you expect?