Part Two
The final week.
With Sunday’s epic feat over, instead of a day off, we had PIGS to perform on the Monday. We took over our kitchen and the weird downstairs common room (underground, no natural light, and on entry, you could usually spy someone in a wolf costume, or a wedding dress, or a group of noisy American students frantically rehearsing, or someone curled up on one of the uncomfortable sofas with a sleeping bag, desperately trying to snatch some sleep.) and set about rehearsing, keeping to a strict schedule! We were really lucky to have three of the writers, Alan Pollock, Tim Price and Debbie McAndrew with us and great with so little time for them to be able to give valuable insight into their plays. 2.30pm saw a rehearsal of them all, we finished reading in the weird common room at 3.20, and were due to start at the Pleasance Dome at 3.30pm. A speedy journey to the Dome and the actors were straight into it! It was a really brilliant event- the five plays all very different but sat together extremely well. We heard a quiet and contemplative piece about two soldiers awaiting their fate, a boisterous take on the three little pigs story, a farce involving a large parmesan, a heartbreaking monologue about a boy recovering from a crash which killed his best mates, and a tale of love, sacrifice and revenge, told over the cooking of a joint of meat. These plays were a result of a writers’ week that we held at Pentabus back in March, and it was such a pleasure to hear in more detail what had been ideas, snippets, early thoughts, at the end of that week.

The readings over with, and it was back to Origins, and British Council Showcase week. Now officially a Plat du Jour, Pentabus were invited to attend daily British Council breakfasts, which started at 9am, and allowed for artists, delegates and British Council members to meet, drink coffee, and hopefully have those important conversations which might lead to an international tour, or a future collaboration, or just allow for meetings that might not otherwise happen. Being a Plat Du Jour meant that our show was one of about nine, whose details were put up on a big board by the entrance, as something extra for the delegates to be tempted by during their (incredibly packed) visit. A fantastic opportunity. And I have to say, I was absolutely terrified arriving for our first breakfast! Hundreds of people milling around, either leafing through brochures, confidently chatting over tea and pastries, or scanning the room to find who was worth talking to. We all had to wear name badges, and you had to quickly get used to people looking at the badge before looking at your face, and either moving swiftly on (you were not on their hit list of people to talk to!) or choosing to engage in a conversation. It was hugely exciting to be in a room full of so many different organizations, artists, festivals, artistic directors, but also pretty daunting. How on earth does one begin to talk to people? I found hovering by the food table pretty useful. Conversations about the food on offer seemed pretty do-able. What will come of these breakfasts is yet to be known. Several people came to see Origins as a result, so we shall see……

Meanwhile, the show continued, audiences were lovely, Sam and the company continued to learn each other’s rhythms, regular contact was had with Harry (who was recovering well but was getting very bored!), drinks were had (of course) more shows were seen and all of a sudden it was our final night. A highly civilized curry and discussions of everyone’s highlights and lowlights of the past month. Then the final show, a sad farewell to the marvelous Sam Taylor, and then into a taxi towards Edinburgh airport. Wonderful stage management were staying up to do the get out the next day. So it was farewell and so long Edinburgh, and onwards to Shrewsbury and Theatre Severn……. Where I am now writing this blog. I am sitting in one of the dressing rooms (yes, there are many, they are clean, spacious, organized, a much needed contrast to the chaos of Edinburgh!). The set has just gone up, Caroline is busy tending to various props that need a bit of tlc, Joni is ironing the costumes, lights are being rigged, it is a hive of activity. But an air of calm remains. It is good. Everything made it safely down from Edinburgh, apart from a key prop, which mysteriously ‘disappeared’ from the venue. I don’t want to give away what it is, but safe to say I have absolutely no idea why anyone would want to make off with it. Apart from that, we are all intact. The actors arrive tomorrow, after which we have a photo shoot, and then we begin tech.
That is all for now!

Well, back in London I am again. Briefly. Despite only getting back from Edinburgh on Saturday evening, it feels a million years ago. Lots to report. My last entry kinda left things on a cliff hanger, as we awaited to hear about Harry’s condition. The days unfolded as follows…..I might have to do a part one and a part two as such a lot happened.
Part One.
Wednesday-phone call from Caroline to say Harry had gone into hospital. I called up the Pleasance and cancelled the next three shows. Joseph and Joni went to visit him that afternoon, just before he went into surgery. They kindly took a photo of him in his hospital bed, (which I may or may not try and sneak onto the blog without Harry knowing). I arrived back into Edinburgh later that day, and everyone was kind of hovering around, not wanting to commit themselves to a show in case there was any news. He got out of surgery later that afternoon and Damian and I went to visit him in the evening. We both got a bit of a shock actually, he was pale and groggy and obviously in a lot of pain. No one would tell us how long the recovery period would be, but from one look at him we could tell he would not be back by Saturday (which is when we had optimistically thought he might be).

Back at our accommodation, everyone was wracking their brains as to solutions. Do we cancel the show completely? Can we find a replacement? Who on earth would be brave/foolish enough to step into a role at such short notice, with no time for rehearsal?

Thursday-Orla arrived back in Edinburgh and crisis talks continued. No idea still when, or if, Harry would be back for Edinburgh, or even for Shrewsbury. Weird limbo. Amidst all of this, we were having to cast and plan our rehearsed readings of PIGS, which were happening on Monday. So we were finding and calling actors who to come and read for us. We happily found Harry Hepple (who was in Been So Long at the Traverse, Sam Taylor (from Analogue’s show Beachy Head which was on immediately after Origins in the King Dome. More of him later) and Lara Stubbs (in Barbershopera) who were all wonderful and willing to get on board. The Origins company would all be reading too, which in a way was a good thing as it gave us something to focus on.
We were all wracking our brains to think of people who, worst case scenario, we might approach to stand in to play Charles Darwin.

Friday-The worst case scenario was confirmed. We had kind of all on some level realized this, but today the doctors said that Harry would need a couple of weeks to fully recover. Edinburgh was out. He would need to go home and recover in time for Shrewsbury. Poor Harry. So, what on earth did this mean for Origins? Ironically, the morning this was decided, we got another 4 star review, this time in the Metro, and we had just found out that the British Council were interested in making the show a Plat Du Jour for the Showcase. As the old cliché goes, the show must go on. In whatever way it could. Today also saw our first readthrough of all the PIGS plays, which went really well, the 5 plays complimented each other nicely and the actors were all marvelous. Phew. We would not touch these again until Monday morning, as our hunt for Charles Darwin continued. But not for much longer. By Friday evening, a solution had presented itself in the form of the courageous Sam Taylor, who was willing to step into the breach and play Charles Darwin.

Next step, working out how this would all work. The Pleasance very kindly let us go into the space early morning, as well as using our slot to rehearse. Before Friday, Sam had not seen, or read the play. On Sunday, he would go on as Charles Darwin. Between now and then, we had a couple of hours in the morning, and a couple of hours in the afternoon, to rehearse him in. A daunting prospect for all involved, but everyone was totally focused on making this work.

Saturday-We got into the space in the morning to work out how the puppetry might now work without Harry as lead puppeteer. The cast were quite frankly amazing in how they adapted and solved any problems that Harry’s absence threw up. Then it became about how our temporary Charles would slot in. Would he sit and read? Or stand in the middle of the stage? Would he take part in any of the action? Quite wonderfully, the structure of the play sees Charles often as a fixed point, with things happening to, and around him, so that he is shifted from place to place. We soon learnt that if Sam stood centrally, the rest of the cast could quite easily maneuvere him around the stage to where he needed to be. The fact that Charles is baffled and surprised at each event that occurs to him, was all in Sam’s favour, as he too knew nothing at what was happening from one minute to the next! What was so incredible was how calm, supportive and practical everyone was during this potential madness. Never once did panic and fear (which I know everyone was feeling on some level) threaten to take over. Together, the company and Orla found ways of integrating Sam into the action-giving him croquet mallets, putting hats on him, etc. Amazing how little time he had had with the script how much he was able to do physically.

Sunday- We used the morning as a dress rehearsal. Because 4 shows had been cancelled, and therefore no flyering presence out and about, we were all prepared for a quiet audience. Not so. As 3.30pm neared, and people began to queue, we realized that this quite possibly could be our biggest audience yet! Eek. What followed I think was beyond anything I had experienced before. I can’t quite describe the feeling. Orla put it quite well. She said that we were sort of bringing to reality every actor’s worst nightmare, you know the one where they turn up and have to go onstage without knowing any of their lines, or what they are doing. I was terrified just thinking about that. For Sam, this was actually happening. Joseph made an announcement at the top of the show, and from that moment I knew we were in for a pretty special event, as the support and encouragement from the audience was immense. The company did the most remarkable job. It was quite emotional actually, being part of that audience on that day. Moments within the show suddenly took on an extra resonance as Sam’s journey of not knowing what was happening next totally echoed Charles’s! What everyone had managed to achieve in such a short amount of time was just so impressive. And we had a version of the show that we could continue with into our final week. There is a moment towards the end of the show where Charles sits an exam, and as he writes, we hear him speaking. Of course, this recorded voice is not Sam’s but Harry’s. It felt strangely moving to watch Sam, but to hear Harry. Despite him being at home recovering, he was still part of the show. I liked that.

Hello. It has been a while since my last blog. No excuses really, except that days in Edinburgh seem to pass quicker than anywhere else! Lots of things have occurred. The most dramatic thing has happened in the past few hours. More of which later. Meanwhile, the festival is well and truly in full swing. Pubs where we happily sat with a smattering of other people are now so rammed it is like being stuck on a London underground platform in rush hour. Every restaurant worth eating in (and even those that are not) are fully booked with queues out of the door, and extra tables have been added to capitalize on the temporary increased volume of people so if you are lucky enough to find a table, you are likely to be rammed quite unceremoniously between several other parties. Not for the claustrophobic. When it rains (which is far too frequently for my liking) the city becomes awash with weird cape like anoraks, rain coats and umbrellas, and flyering becomes desperate and miserable as people are even more unwilling to accept a flyer when it is sodden and ink run. But saying that, the atmosphere is electric, the shows range from the sublime to the ridiculous and the alcohol is flowing. (it hits 6pm each day and I find I have a glass of wine in my hand…..)I am on the train back up after managing to escape to London for a few days, during which time I experienced what August should be like (ie, warm and sunny). Ah well. Sunshine is overrated. I also thought it would be good to have a short break from the daily drinking routine whilst away from Edinburgh. Not so. That glass of red wine appeared bang on cue, 6pm, as if from nowhere.
Back to today. I had just settled myself on the train when I got a phone call from Orla just after 9am. She asked if I had spoken to Caroline (DSM). I said no. She said that Caroline had just called to say that Harry (Charles Darwin) was in hospital with appendicitis and was being operated on later today. The show report yesterday said that Harry had been suffering from stomach ache, but everyone was convinced this was just a symptom of Edinburgh-itus (ie drinking too much, sleeping too little etc). It had apparently got worse last night and he took himself off to the Royal Infirmary, and called Caroline as soon as morning arrived. Poor Harry! So everything has kind of been thrown into the unknown while we await to hear how Harry is doing. It may be that he is out for a few days, or could be a few weeks. What this means for the show at the moment, we do not know. I have been on the phone and sending emails all morning, just to make sure everyone knows about this unexpected turn of events. Blimey. The good thing is that it has been caught early, I know it can get complicated if not spotted early on, so thank goodness Harry acted on it fast. We are all thinking of him and we will all be dropping in to find out how he is as soon as visiting hours allow.

Up to this point, Origins has been building a lovely momentum, and have had some great responses so far. Audiences have been very positive, we were ‘pick of the fringe’ on Saturday, a ‘must see’ in the Stage and have had a 4 star review in the Scotsman. Which is all pretty wonderful for us. We had a hairy few days getting settled in the King Dome, working out how on earth to get the set up and down in less than 20 minutes each side. All I can say is that the cast and crew work a small miracle every day-something that began as an epic undertaking, is now done with barely a second thought. It is quite magical to watch, as everyone now knows their jobs, and the set is efficiently and gracefully created. Even moments when 5 minutes after the house is due to open the sound isn’t working, or a monitor is refuses to switch on, there remains an air of calm as everyone pitches in to solve the problem. Everyone has put so much effort into making it all work and it has really paid off when the show reports say that every day the get in becomes quicker and quicker. Nice work team. Everyone works so hard at the Pleasance-6 or so shows all piling in one after the other, a single dressing room shared by everyone…..we are not going to know ourselves once we get to Shrewsbury, when actors will have a dressing room each!

Anyway. The day has been a long and eventful one. With Harry in hospital, and no show to do, I think everyone has felt a little bit in limbo. What we do have to concentrate on now, are our PIGS readings, which will happen on Monday. We will rehearse these over the next few days, so will report back soon. A hell of a lot seems to have been crammed into these past couple of weeks, the Questors in Ealing feels like another world away…….

And so our Edinburgh adventure begins. I am writing this on the train up to Edinburgh. We arrive in 1 hour. The train is packed full of theatre types; a tiny fraction of what Edinburgh itself will be like, as apparently (they say this every year) this is the biggest festival yet. Some of us have had the privilege of travelling first class. Others had to slum it in second. Everyone around me is asleep, after a very heavy final week in Ealing. We said goodbye to the Questors on Saturday, as we did our final dress rehearsal before the epic challenge of loading up the van began. It feels really strange to not be there any more, after basically living there for 5 weeks. Tech was long, very long, I think we all knew how technical the show was, but I don’t think any of us were quite prepared for just how painstaking the process would be. But as the hours went by (and many a custard donut was consumed) all the different elements began to fuse together and a very detailed, beautiful and complete theatrical world started to emerge. In the rehearsal room, you kind of get used to things as they are, using the rehearsal props, getting used to saying ‘when we get the projection/costume/hat/sound effect we will know how this scene will work’, getting used to the occasional afternoon sun that would beam down right in the centre of the room making everyone squint and sweat a little. Then suddenly, tech begins and you are thrust into a totally different world. A scene that you thought you knew pretty well suddenly plays completely differently when it is underscored a certain way, and moments that were marked through in rehearsal suddenly turn out to be the most beautiful due to some pretty gorgeous lighting. The creative team have lifted the show into a different realm. Also a real test to see if what worked in rehearsal would work in tech-some things were excellent, some things immediately had to be reworked, altered, or cut. All credit to the cast, who rolled with everything that was thrown at them! Orla’s eye for knowing what needed to change to make a scene work was brilliantly accurate, and it was dead exciting to see her give a note that would immediately fix a scene, or a problem. Such a luxury to have this time to tech the show, the thought of 5 hours in Edinburgh to do everything is a bit ridiculous.

Cut to: Day 3 at the Edinburgh festival.
The world of the Fringe is upon us. As I write this a group of about 15 students, all dressed up in full on wedding dresses, load up their bags with flyers, ready to hit the Royal Mile. Once we had arrived, we all made our way to our student accommodation (very central), our first port of call was of course to go and nose around the venue. We were greeted by the stage manager of the Kind Dome and he very kindly let us have a quick look at where we will be performing for the next month. There was a real air of focused calm around the whole of the Dome-everyone was working on something or other, a hive of industry! It feels really nice to be here as everything is still being built, instead of being chucked straight into the madness, we can kind of grow with it, which is lovely. A short summary of where we are at includes a first night dinner in an Italian restaurant, where we ate much food and drank much wine alongside some rotting pirates and skeletons hanging in cages above our heads (a bit of a strange theme for a restaurant, but there we go) and Lionel Blair (our first celebrity spotted. Can it get better than that?), a wild goose chase around the various Pleasance venues as we attempt to locate our posters (nowhere to be found. Mystery.), the odd hair cut, a bit of haggis on a hangover, and then 5 hours of tech, from 7-midnight. Which was epic. Time was spent working out a method to get the set up and down in 20 minutes. I feel like I watched a small miracle emerge last night. Lets see what happens in our dress rehearsal today…….audiences come in tomorrow.

So. We have just completed our final week of rehearsals before moving to the Questors Studio for a week of tech before hitting Edinburgh town. The cast have been utterly brilliant-it has been a tough ol week, and exhausting, but they have remained lively, focused and good humoured throughout. New things have been introduced into the rehearsal room on a daily basis, as things are tried, tested and experimented with, before tech. Highlights have included seeing some animation for the first time (beautiful), the emergence of Bessie the puppet dog (gorgeous!), more stuffed animals (we cant get enough of them), a spot of publicity with The Stage (Harry went and had a photo shoot and interview-we eagerly await the results) and a visit from a real life magician who helped us with how to make an explosion. (the answer involves flash cotton wool, pyro caps and a bit of slow motion acting!) The biggest joy this week for me though was the arrival of the costumes. We spent a couple of hours on Friday afternoon going through every character’s costume. They are on the whole pretty wonderful, and with all their detail do the job of locating us immediately in the 19th century. There is many a cravat, hat, wig, pair of glasses for all the quick changes, and it was just so exciting to see each character visually emerge as actors tried on their various costumes.

The work in the room this week has been all about detail, specificity, accuracy, and timing, focusing on every scene, but also the scene changes, which are proving to be as important as the scenes themselves. New locations are introduced in virtually every scene, and creating each environment needs to be in the spirit of the play, and part of the performance, and have to be painstakingly choreographed in order to get them slick and smooth. Its like the game tetras (is that spelt right?!), the challenge is to work out what fits in where and who needs what next and how many people it takes to move this table there and that blackboard here and can he leave then to make a quick change backstage…..?! The challenge once these complicated moves have been worked out, with everyone knowing exactly who is moving what and when, is to complete these moves with finesse and with a sense of pleasure, as opposed to it being ‘just another scene change’. And the key to this is just to run it. We did a run on Friday morning, and it was clear that the actors were all visibly working hard to remember everything, with the technical aspects of the show dominating the story. Understandable, considering just how much they have to remember. Orla decided that instead of working on little bits, the afternoon would be best spent on another run, and this proved to be best thing that could have happened before the weekend. Having just run it, the moves were fresh in everyone’s minds, and as a result, the second run was an utter transformation. Scenes flowed into each other as the actors very quickly established a rhythm together, which kept the pace whipping along. There was suddenly a tangible sense of the actors enjoying themselves, and as they felt more secure in the geography of the play, the characters and their relationships were really able to come to the fore and the story began to fly for the first time. It was so thrilling to watch, and to feel the difference from the morning’s run. Such a fantastic way to end the week and a great stage to be at before entering tech. Which is in no way going to be easy. I think everyone is bracing themselves for a hard slog, just because there are so many elements yet to be worked in (costume changes, chemistry sets, explosion, sound and lights, animation…) but we all know that it will be worth it.