Another tremendously exciting thing to happen last night for my simple star-struck mind was a guest appearance, mid-workshop session, from Dominic Hill, new artistic director of the Traverse.
He popped his head out of the wings (again we were meeting on the Trav One stage - a delight in itself) and said that he'd just wanted to say hello as he thought that we were surely the future of Scottish theatre.
He spoke engagingly about how he wanted the Trav to become much more open and accessible and groups like ours would be the mainstay of their new work moving forward. Clearly this was largely bollocks spoken to please us.
And if only he's listened to any of our shabby pieces, he'd have known this was far from the truth. But I was impressed that he'd bothered to look in at all. A very nice man.
I tried to smile winningly at him so he would remember to pluck me from obscurity. Unfortunately I think the stage lights were beaming from right behind me directly into his eyes. That'll be why he hasn't phoned me yet.
He popped his head out of the wings (again we were meeting on the Trav One stage - a delight in itself) and said that he'd just wanted to say hello as he thought that we were surely the future of Scottish theatre.
He spoke engagingly about how he wanted the Trav to become much more open and accessible and groups like ours would be the mainstay of their new work moving forward. Clearly this was largely bollocks spoken to please us.
And if only he's listened to any of our shabby pieces, he'd have known this was far from the truth. But I was impressed that he'd bothered to look in at all. A very nice man.
I tried to smile winningly at him so he would remember to pluck me from obscurity. Unfortunately I think the stage lights were beaming from right behind me directly into his eyes. That'll be why he hasn't phoned me yet.
posted by Claire at 6:11 pm
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How about writing a wee play about attending a writers' workshop. I could play the caustic but startlingly attractive failed creative genius course leader who inspires you to cast off your protective shell and emerge from your traumatised past into the pantheon of English theatrical wunderkinden by writing a searingly honest portrayal of a young woman's struggle to protect her virginity but still have a good time in a louche Portobello commune.
Domenic Hill is a 'good guy' - we are going to sorely miss him at Dundee Rep, but have high hopes for him at the Traverse. A very good sign that he looked in at your workshop.
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