Fusion - tomorrow's show

Not a Gillette razor!

Fusion at Epsom Playhouse. Tickets probably all sold out by now, and I doubt anyone would travel that far in one day.

Not at all worried about performing, why should I be? I've done enough shows before, some I've even surprised myself with how committed I looked in them.

But tomorrow's show I will be in a full, black tracksuit (all zipped up, hood up), with a theatrical mask on my face, hood covering any flesh.
It'll be hard to breathe and I'll sweat in buckets. I will have a small opening at the mouth and nose to gasp for air, and small slits for eyes.

Its only just over a minute. I'll survive. That's what dress rehearsals are for.

The problem is wearing a mask is like wearing blinkers!
In rehearsals on Tuesday I was fine, hitting my marks and keeping counts well, but when it came to wearing the mask, suddenly it got claustrophobic!

Watching back a recording of us I was shocked to see that wearing the mask had stunted my reaction time ever so slightly. The tempo of the music is quick, so every movement counts, and I was off.

Did I mention I'm paired at the front? No? How will I know what's going on behind me? Call upon my Jedi powers, I guess.

So tomorrow's show. Where it all comes down to me.
Nervous? No. Edgy. Maybe...