Bronteblog: Totes Emosh!

OMG!

Our dark and dingy theatre is transformed with numerous lights (all over the blessed seats) and paint (ditto, the floor). Totally OTT!

Stage Management and the techies are showing some real skillz and the designer is really scoring the lad points. The director's as chilled as ever, but the actors have a freaksome mania, judging by the constant muttering and weird noises emanating from the loos. Totes emosh!

Can't think why. If I forget my lines I just play the "I'm from a different world" card. Should have lots of chances to try that out over the next few days. Or I could wail, I mean.....er...sing.  Quite surprised my vocal chords are still intact and even more surprised the mortals haven't invested in earplugs yet.

Right, gotta go. Heath and moors to roam, lost lovers to mourn.

YOLO!

Catherine Bronte