I miss everything about school trips to the theatre. As I did theatre studies at A level I saw a lot of shows. There didn’t seem to be a month that went by when we didn’t go and see a play.
I miss the build up, the cramped coach journey and the compulsory pre-show McDonalds. I miss the ice cream in the interval, the moments when I dropped off to sleep and the late night sentimental chats in the comfort of the darkness of the coach.
I miss it all.
I miss writing reviews, reading reviews and doing anything to do avoid doing the previous two things.
I was at work earlier and a woman made a comment relating to a play, assuming that I’d have no idea what she was on about. But I did. The play she referenced I’d read (and hated). I felt so clever being able to talk about it in some depth and I missed being surrounded by like minded people.
I then started to look for quotes from my favourite plays and I realised (while reading a review of Sarah Kane’s “Blasted”) that the theatre meant more to me than I once thought it did.
It was tackling an opinion I had and wanted to change, it was holding a friend’s hand during an uncomfortable scene, it was tapping into the tiny part of me that wanted to act.
It was more than just a show.