There’s nothing in the world like the thrill of performing. Even if it’s just a tiny performance at my teacher’s place.
Nothing much went wrong.
There were no black-outs, but that was okay.I was to sit on a small wooden stool for one scene, but no one but I seemed to know where the stool was and I was already on stage. So I got a rickety blue stool instead and I sat on it rather shakily.
A few scenes later, when Radha needed the wooden stool, she had to bring it herself.
But that was okay too. Everything went remarkably smoothly, despite the fact that we were using the kitchen and the balcony as wings for our stage.
My video camera was with a parent in the audience, but there’s not a single video on it.
But finally, it’s not the video that matters. It’s what my teacher says. And she hasn’t said anything yet.
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