Rehearsal 4, Thursday 25th April 2002

"You won't need your scripts tonight," says David in greeting. We start off with more walking about. Obviously we're too good at that (I've been practising) so he makes it harder by insisting we keep eye contact with someone else in the room while we walk. Although he still complains if we bump into each other. Once we get the hang of that, he insists we move up and down as well as walking about. I do ok until I manage to get eye contact with Kerry and Simon at the same time and they start moving apart in order to test the fragility of my optic muscles!

Next up, it's like 'Whose Line is it Anyway' as we have a long session of improvisation where we can yell "Freeze!" to… er, freeze the action, then join in and change the scene to something else. Lot's of fun once we get rolling.

We still have a bit of time left, so David's next plan is to split us into three (as a company, not individually - that would be very messy, unproductive and possibly illegal). Each group is then given a situation to respond to while keeping in close physical and conscious contact with every member of the group - without talking. The first group is in a dark and haunted house and the second is in a kind of a cross between a desert and a forest (featuring the worst aspects of both). My group is last and we get lucky - a house made of sweets. Tasty! Although it also has a witch. Not so tasty.

The common feature of all the groups is in looking like a large, unwieldy, multi-limbed and multi-headed creature oozing it's way across the room. Although, there are individual characteristics - especially in the second group, which ends up looking and sounding like a scene from a particularly depraved pornographic movie. I don't know what my group looks like, but it's a lot of fun to do and we soon forget the witch, in our haste to devour more tasty bits of the house while staying in contact with everyone.

Epilogue: As I wake up the next morning, I get flashbacks to the previous evening. "Did I really do that? I wasn't even drunk!". I think David must have finished his book about 'warming up' and is now conducting bizarre psychological experiments on us. I dread to think what next week will bring and can only hope that an investigator will read these notes in the future in an effort to bring to justice the people who have sent me insane.

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