What are we doing? Where are we going?

It's always a nervous and twitchy time. That first day of rehearsal. Pulses pumping that little bit faster as actor meets actor meets director meets actor. That first read through. Okay, that first read through. Who the hell are these people? I've gotta kiss these people, touch these people. cry in front of these people, bare my broken soul to people that quite probably, were serving Carlsburg extra cold to drunken 16 year olds the night before or cleaning up vomit from the latest children's party fiasco or, in my case, getting arrested for drink driving and causing near fatal injury to my girlfriend (corporate reconstruction don't you know!).

Ah, the actor's 'other' job!

But yeah, these are the people that make this work. These are the players. The relationships built here, the trust grown over weeks of work, the closeness of Company that bonds words into reality. Without it, this play and others like it, would fall on it's ass.

It's amazing to think that in just over a week's time, thousands of performers alike will be thrust together into a world of critique and judgement. Boy, that's scary. To think that every piece of emotional shrapnel pummelled around pub basements and 'my friends' brother's dance studio - hey, why don't we just rehearse in the park - will be placed a few metres away from...you! and me! Sitting there, waiting to be entertained, wanting to feel, to explore, to be shocked and moved and unbalanced.

What are we doing? Where are we going?

Why do we do this?

Isn't it obvious?

Be entertained. Feel! Explore something that you've never experienced before. Challenge something that has never before risen in you. Be shocked. Let waves of nausea sweep over you at the safe yet unsafe reality of what's before you. Be moved. Have your world shaken and walk away from what you've just seen, feeling inspired. Be inspired!