On paper, we had Peterborough, Luton, Ipswich, St Albans, South end-on-sea and Norwich. In reality we had a stage closed due to rain, one theatre without lights, one stage cooked from the sun, a shopping centre with some blood on the stage (it’s rough down south) and one theatre that depleted it’s years supply of stage smoke during our 20 minute run. However, people actually watched the performance, and dare I say they actually enjoyed it. Humbling when you think they could have left at any point. I’m sure I spotted a tear in Hofesh’s eye as we took the last bow, although it could have been the stage smoke. Perhaps somewhere out there, one child saw the performance and pledged the rest of his life to dance. But no time to feel guilty, tomorrow we do America.
Low point – Finding a plan B when realising one of the dancers had mis-transported himself to Leicester
High point – Tim’s (apprentice) face when he realised he was the plan B
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