Drawing DAY 11 of Rehearsals at the Lyric
A weird one. A really damp, horrible, squelchy day. But you came in and it was all warm and glowey. It was the weekend but it wasn't the weekend - because the the work of the week was happening yet it was supposed to have ended. A living contradiction. People were solemn and it had a real air of we mean business. People came in on the hour meaning it was running late. I kept it brief.