I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues... (A Thank You to FFBOS)

Cos when I cry, my eyes go blue instead of green, which is kind of pretty but doesn't detract from the fact I am a pathetic creature. Bad Girls closed on Saturday night, after a brilliant week of tech/dress/runs and everyone I know who saw the show loved it and said how professional and polished it was. Now it's over, and I'm left with a sense of melancholy, some damn good memories, a whole host of new friends I hope to keep for a long time and a number of bruises (including one on the back of my arm which is perfectly finger-shaped and presumably belongs to James Droy ;)).

Is this the last show I will ever do? Hell no! After 10 years of trying to get over the mess my ex made of my confidence enough to step out on a stage again, I have well and truly got the bug again. Still, there is a certain sadness in the fact that this particular mix of people may never work together again, and it's that which has caused me to shed a few tears over the last few days.



Above all, I owe the members of FFBOS, and especially those in the cast of Bad Girls a huge thank you for making me so welcome. Not only do I feel like I've finally come right back to the person I used to be at my happiest, but they got me through a terrible week in which Himself was really quite ill and ended up having ambulances called on two occasions. If I hadn't had the show to go to with wonderful people to cheer me up, take my mind off it and look after me when I was being neurotic, I don't know how I would have made it through the week.

So to the cast of Bad Girls, all you wicked girls and naughty boys:



YOU ROCK!

P.S. A quick note to say I've added a link to Twisted Tongue Issue 15 on the right there as it contains my flash fiction, Stupid Little Things. I will add a link to Fib Review #6 soon, too, as it will contain my poem Sinner's Lullaby.