... and the look you see here is not swaggering self-confidence. More the look of a rabbit in the headlights.
We're going for something a bit more "punk" in the costume and design. We've left the cosy clutter of the rehearsal room for the open stage.
And suddenly, we don't know our lines (or at least I don't).
Catch the look of terror as we have publicity photos taken.
Last night's rehearsal was pure misery - I never knew farce could be so depressing.
It was so bad I nearly didn't use tonight's rehearsal as a (perfect) excuse to skip a church council meeting. If you've been to a church council meeting, you'll know how bad it was.
It was so bad, I fired off a mean and pointless heckle at the stand-up comedy MC in the Theatre bar. I was on my way past the door, back to the rehearsal, and I heard him say "It's OK, you can heckle me," so I did.
I hadn't even been listening to the gig. In fact, I don't ever go to stand-up comedy. And I like the guy. And I said something so pointless it's not worth repeating.
I'm sure the show will be all right. Anne looks like she's enjoying it here. By next Tuesday, I hope to be thoroughly in the mood.
But at home, Alison is rummaging through the video shelf for The Goodbye Girl. You know, the film where Richard Dreyfuss plays an actor who's starring in a terrible camp Richard III, but his girlfriend still loves him....