Fancy Meeting You Here

Hello You Gorgeous Creature You,

Fancy meeting you here again, of all the blogs in the whole wide world you’ve stumbled across mine. More likely than not though you’re an acquaintance or friend, if not you will be soon! 

So it’s been a crazy couple of days, but it’s actually been super productive and mind I say a little bit fun! My darling friend Aliyah is a ‘wee’ bit more experienced at being freelance than I am and we met-up on today to mind-map my life and plan where I’m going next. 

Going out today has saved me from the normal dark honeymoon stages of freelance, you know the one…

Sitting around in your sweatpants or PJ’s, watching endless reality programs to validate to yourself that your life could be worse, or just zombieing-out (I assure you that is a real adjective, if not I’m coining it) to Netflix, I’m not judging I love me some thrash TV too. 
Whilst eating copious amounts of carbs and sweet-stuff, not bothering to pick off the crumbs, yet alone having showers and washing ones hair. I mean we all know getting out of bed and having showers are for the employed. 

I jest, but in all seriousness, I’m sure this super productive power surge I’m on will wane sometime soon, most likely when the rejections come flooding in or worst yet the tumble weed of cyber space silence (DID THEY GET MY EMAIL?! OR ARE THEY JUST IGNORING ME?). Until that day comes though and the optimistic part of my brain is in charge I’m going to keep hustling. 

So today I focused on the economical landscapes of my new life, I invested in a three year railcard. This may not seem like such a big deal to some but I’ve never had one as most auditions I’ve had have been here in Brum or video-taped and sent off into the great abyss and if I needed to be in good old ‘Landan town’ I’d just get the coach down or have enough time to scour the web for cheap train tickets. But time is of essence and I will be travelling a lot more now at short notice with fewer funds, so I needs me them cheap tickets.

I spent quite a large portion of the day trying to find a suitable picture for my new ID card, I mean I was committing to three years with this thing (who needs another bad ID photo in their life?). I scrolled through all my new headshots but nothing met the criteria, I mean why can’t a person have a lake in the background whilst starring with smouldering eyes into the camera… it works for casting agents, why not the National Rail?

 After hours, and I really mean hours, I had the lightbulb thought of getting Aliyah to take a new photo of me set against one Impact-hubs’ fabulously white walls. I was apprehensive and probably put off the idea for so long because I just hate impulsive pictures that other people take of me, I just end up looking like MR Potato from Toy Story. But surprisingly the pictures turned out really well and of high quality. So if you see me in person I’ll happily whack out my rail card for you.

Not too shabby, even if I do say so myself ;) This means that my bank account has dwindled by £70, but it’s definitely a worthy case of self-investment.

Wednesday was spent doing other productive things too. I attend First Act Workshops, run by the wonderfully amazing Ross Simpson (I couldn’t sing this Man’s praises enough he’s one of the best teachers and humans ever!). We’ve just kicked off a new term and we’re working on a new piece of immersive theatre called a ‘Night down the pub’; I’m playing the Landlady, my character and lines come from extracts of the play Two by Jim Cartwright. 

I’m excited to have a new character to figure out, deconstructing the lines and seeing all the subtext. I’ve worked on this play before in secondary school and get the overall story but it would be lazy as an actor to rest on old knowledge there’s always something new to learn about a character and context. 

 Speaking of learning, I was fortunate enough to receive a guitar for Christmas, she’s pink and I’ve called her Candy. Unfortunately I can’t play any instruments as of yet I mentioned that to Ross and he brought his guitar in to teach me how to tune a guitar and showed me a few basic chords, e-minor and power chords.Did I or did I not say he was an actual babe? #SOGrateful

Getting used to holding a guitar, the whole reaching under to move up and down the strings /frets, is super awkward but I will persevere. Tune into next Wednesday to see if I’ve made any advancement in that area.

Until next time, peace, love and good vibrations

Lexia oxox