Saturday, 8 February 2014

Teaching Tales

As a ‘resting’ actor I have been doing quite a lot of teaching recently. I am one of the many who like to share their pearls of thespian wisdom with the young and eager.  Or in my case - the young and well-off little darlings of Surrey.

Ooooooo they are a funny bunch. 

Some are, of course, lovely but the rest are a blend of prep-doing, lacrosse-playing, ‘Miss... er-what’s your name again, Diana??-saying so and so’s!

One little missy ran up at the beginning of class this week and informed me that “Mummy didn’t send me to school today because I had diarrhea.” I managed to contain the inner screams of “Why on earth are you here then?  Get away from me you vile little person, I need my anti-bac hand gel’” and instead smiled and said “Oh poor you, take it easy today,” as I edged away from her.

In the middle of a singing warm up, another little lady shot her hand up “Do you know who Allah is?” Well, how do you reply to that mid ‘Lalalalala?’ “Ummm, yes, I do, now keep singing.”  A few exercises on, the hand pops up again, “Do you know who played Annie in the film of Annie?” I was beginning to feel like I was on Mastermind and either the metaphorical  spotlight or this child was giving me a migraine. “It was Aileen Quinn,” she answered herself proudly.  I can only presume she had been reading an encyclopaedia this week and had got up to A. I look forward to Boadicea, bunions and Barack Obama next week.
It's gonna be a long term......

In another school I had asked everyone to bring in a special picture to talk about in class.  Instead of pictures I was naturally met with a barrage of excuses, my favourite was - “I have had such a busy week and my mummy has been sooooooo busy, I didn’t get home until, like, 6 every day. I’ve just been too busy to do anything.” Thinking of my working-mum sister, friends and Dad who still doesn’t finish work until 9pm despite being over 60, I replied, “You’re 6, Tabitha, how busy can you be?”

I presume lusting after 1D is a full-time job these days (I kid you not, this girl and her classmates regularly perform a 1D song to me word perfect and discuss the merits of Harry’s love life. Let me remind you.... they are 6.) On a less cynical note, how sad is it that 6 year olds are feeling stress? I think my main concern at 6 was whether I’d have Findus crispy pancakes for tea or how my den was getting on in the garden. If they already have that awful “there’s not enough hours in the day” feeling, what hope is there?  There is a lifetime of rushing about and feeling like you are letting people down to look forward, please stay watching Peppa Pig and playing for as long as possible.

One pupil who did remember her picture described a crayon drawing that a friend had drawn her.  She said it was special because she was moving schools and she was going to miss her friends. I asked “Why are you friends with her? and this reply melted my cynical old heart, “Well, when I first met her, she smiled so brightly at me and she is always smiling and nice to me.” Is that not the best and most simple explanation of what being a friend is? A big smile can do the most wonderful things; put people at ease, get you a job, make a friend, make someone’s day or make someone fall in love with you.


So the best lesson that this teacher was taught this week was........(despite the obvious highlight of learning about Allah).......smile brightly people! It is the simplest and best way to make you and other people happy.

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Show the love in February!

We made it through January! Congratulations to all who have survived tax bills, sobriety and the flu! As the calendar turns into February we look towards the festivities that it holds – namely St. Valentine’s Day.  Those pesky red envelopes have been in shops since New Year’s Day; for some it’s a romantic day to break up the grey monotony of February for others it is hell on earth.

When I was a ‘single lady’ (cue Beyonce strut and hand flick) I admit to finding Valentine’s Day a toughie, even now as someone’s ‘ missus’ there is still a minefield of expectation to navigate.  The validation gained from receiving a red envelope stems from Primary School.  Mine installed a special post box for under-age romancers (I presume it was the same one they used for Christmas but the school secretary yanked off the cotton wool snow!)  The popular kids were inundated with deliveries whilst us portly boffins waited expectantly......

Not much changed as I matured; on both occasions that I was in Les Miserables in London, I happened to be single. Note to self – dying every day and wet-wiping fake mud onto oneself mustn’t be attractive girlfriend material. One Valentine’s Day my pitying and coupled-up dressing room pals decided to send me an anonymous card at stage door, only to shatter my dreams of a ‘stage door Johnny’ romancer by admitting it was them before Act One had finished! 

The next time I reached an all-time low, even for me. Our Jean Valjean at the time was overwhelmed with love hearts and gifts from his own stage-door Johnny admirers, he didn’t need them all and so I accepted a pity donation of a dozen red roses.  I sat puffed up with pride on the train home, parading around with the pity bouquet and happy to let other less-loved commuters make up romantic tales of my life.  Pathetic!

There are better ways of dealing with being single on this overhyped day.  There is no point in getting angry about commercialism exploiting societies need for love. Don’t rant at couples through the window of your local chain restaurant; they are the ones eating mediocre steak for £30 a head.  It is just a day and love takes many forms.  A mate buying you a coffee when you’ve been rinsed by HMRC is an act of Valentine’s love.  A grandparent tucking a sneaky fiver into your fist, despite you being over 30 years old, shows they care. My nephew dancing about because he is so excited to see me fills me with more fuzzy feelings than a fifty quid bouquet.

Another act of love is sharing your talents to entertain others; so use this February 14th wisely whether you are single or attached and head to The Alleycat on Denmark Street in London to see the wonderful Katie Brennan perform Still Single: Song of the Single Girl. There may be ‘a million love songs’ according to Mr Gary Barlow but how many songs are there for a single girl? Where better to spend the evening than in a bar with loads of talented, positive people who may even have worse dating tales than Carrie Bradshaw? Check out this link for tickets



and whatever your Facebook relationship status, I wish you a lovely February 14th full of Valentine’s love, in whichever form it may take for you. 

Monday, 20 January 2014

The Power of Soap - Hayley and Roy

Since becoming a grown up, I have not been one for soap opera viewing.  We can’t put this down to my life being an enviable social whirl but mainly due to working nights in theatre since the age of 21.

My only real relationship (obsession) with soaps was, like most children of the 1980s, with Neighbours.  I lived for 5.35pm on weekdays and I distinctly remember coming in for tea (at 6pm of course) distraught with my sister and my poor Mum trying to decipher what was wrong.  “Scott sniff gulp h-h-h-has had a row w-w-w-with sniff sniff Charlene, and we don’t know gasp, if they are going to be ok waaaaaail” Who could face chicken nuggets and alpha bites after such an emotional roller coaster?

So since then I have not let myself become emotionally involved in a soap.  Those who know me personally may think this is ironic, but I barely watch Coronation Street - until tonight.  There has been so much media interest in the euthanasia storyline surrounding the characters of Roy and Hayley Cropper that, with a free evening ahead, I thought I’d sit down and watch it.  If only to be clued up for any water cooler moments and Twitter chat tomorrow.

Well, I cannot lie to you dear reader, I am typing this to you through a veil of tears despite the episode finishing a few hours ago.  I am sure you all will agree that it was heart-wrenching, subtle, beautiful and unbearable.  I think I had my hands over my eyes at one point moaning “please don’t” to an empty living-room.

I am not going to debate the merits or dangers of tackling such a sensitive subject on primetime telly, that’s for Loose Women and The Daily Mail, but I’ll chat about it from my point of view.  The acting. 

As a theatre actress with hyperactive eyebrows and an over-expressive face, I envy any actor who can portray such depth through just their eyes.  The 1 hour episode was filled with pathos, empathy and yearning and all from two actors getting a script and making it real without the need for a number or a sparkly costume.  I believed their plight, sobbed along with half a nation and now feel emotionally drained.  That is the effect of powerful, effortless acting. 

It is easy to discount soap opera actors as ‘just playing themselves’ especially if they have been doing a character for so long. We never see the transformation and preparation that it requires. Those effortless performances, that seem so lifelike that they must only be the actor being themselves, are actually finely-crafted and nuanced.  I find that enviably, wonderful.

I am the first person to disparage members of the public who believe a soap actor really is the character they play; you know those people who bound over, screeching the character’s name and demanding a 20 minute chat and a photo.  “THEY ARE ONLY ACTORS!!!” I inwardly scream, no-one did that when I played Gavroche in Les Mis! Well, of course not because I wasn’t beamed into their homes every night. 

Tonight, I saw for the first time the power of a genuinely brilliant soap opera performance. You truly believe in the character and the stories played out to you, and you are left sobbing and bereft in your own home.  I think if I saw David Neilson tomorrow I would run over and give him a cuddle despite him buying some washing up liquid in The Co-op.


To me, that is brilliant acting, whether you are on a stage or on the front of OK! Magazine.  I may not be a soap convert yet but I think my experience tonight may encourage me lose my desire to scowl at folk who get excited to see a beloved character in the flesh.  It is a testament to a skilled actor and that is a very worthy thing to be praised.

Friday, 6 December 2013

The Hills are Alive with the sound of Re-makes

I recently was asked to write some content marketing entitled ‘Why a re-make of The Sound of Music is a terrible, terrible idea.’  Did you all know that NBC have just aired a new live version of The Sound of Music with, country & western star, Carrie Underwood as Maria? They only gave me 500 words for my opinion, which for a subject so dear to my heart, was simply not enough.  So I thought it was rather blog worthy!

Is Roger & Hammerstein’s ‘The Sound of Music’ out of date and in need of a Goq Wan make over?

Well, this NBC re-make has prompted a dramatic response in the Twitter-sphere and with Julie Andrews fans alike.  One blogger just wrote “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” for about 2,000 characters!

I have to say that I agree. We like our classic movie musicals to remain just that – classic.  I am only just digesting the news that they are making a new Annie movie after seeing a picture of Cameron Diaz as Miss Hannigan and Jamie Foxx as Daddy Warbucks. I respect both Diaz and Foxx, but in my eyes they can’t hold a candle to the wonderful Carol Burnett and Albert Finney. And now, Julie Andrews is being re-modelled, who’s next.......? Howard Keel?  Bless his beautiful hide - Hell, no!

I don’t think it is just us musical theatre geeks, nourished from a young age on these movies, who are the only protesters to these re-makes. ‘The Sound of Music’ is a firm, family favourite, it may provoke an eye-roll when it appears in the TV listings EVERY Christmas Day but there’s a reason for its inclusion.  It is a brilliant film.  Yahoo.com created a list of classic films that shouldn’t be touched in this era of money making re-makes, calling them ‘The Untouchables.’  They included ‘When Harry Met Sally,’ ‘Annie Hall’ and ‘Casablanca’ and surely anything with Julie Andrews in should be on it too, (well, maybe not The Princess Diaries.)

Whose childhood soundtrack, especially in my line of work, doesn’t include the glorious voice of Julie Andrews? Carrie Underwood may have a great voice but I doubt she’ll promote the same feelings of nostalgia. We love this movie for hitch-kicks holding a guitar case, lederhosen and Liesel’s pink gazebo dress!

16 going on 17.....
Time matures and moves on. Fans of movies grow up and their tastes change. I understand this. NBC said they wanted to make their ‘Sound of Music’ appeal to a modern audience by “bringing the story up to date.”  Writer Ashley Fetter from TheAtlantic.com suggested that the disciplinarian father storyline was old-fashioned and could be updated by perhaps exploring the modern idea that Von Trapp 
“is just too heartbroken to interact with them (his children)”
 has she not seen the original film???? Christopher Plummer invented ‘intense pain behind the eyes yearning’ way before Colin Firth even donned Mr Darcy’s breeches.  Von Trapp’s repressed feelings are a modern therapists dream.
I’m not sure how well NBC achieved this premise; the promotional photos showed an air-brushed Von-Brady Bunch scene. Like many others, NBC seems to have mistaken this classic tale to be a twee and saccharine view of the past.

The non musical story of the Von Trapp is much darker and the recent production at Regents Park proved the story to be highly political. It included all the nostalgic movie touches but really highlighted the historical context.  History shouldn’t be brought up to date, it is history. New audiences should be able to understand World War II, the Nazi Party and the Holocaust in their true context and it shouldn’t be sugar-coated or made easier to digest. It was a horrific moment in history that mustn’t be dumbed down for modern audiences.


I have confidence, not just in sunshine bit also, in people. Modern audiences are not stupid and should be challenged just as people have been by culture for ‘a thousand years.’ By re-working classics are film producers suggesting that society can only able to appreciate things that are similar to our lives today? Are we too short-sighted? Or have they just run out of ideas?

The recent re-writing of Jane Austen’s novels has provoked a similar mixed reaction. Does giving the Dashwood girls social media accounts make their story more accessible?  Is it too much to hope that we can appreciate the stories of family, love and life from Austen’s own pen and without a soundtrack by 1 Direction? Writer, Elizabeth Day from The Observer brilliantly said
 “I don’t need to read about Mr Knightley listening to Arctic Monkeys in his iPod to be convinced that Jane Austen is ‘relevant.’ I already know that she is.”
I believe that the Von Trapp story is equally relevant and therefore doesn’t need modernising.  But what about the argument that a musical is ‘re-worked’ every time a new production is done on stage?

We are used to seeing different productions; we expect to see musicals on stage. Their interpretations are applauded and remembered but never as definitive as on celluloid. Films get re-watched and re-watched which can define images into our minds. Productions of The Sound of Music are nearly always loyal to tradition, you never see Maria Von Trapp leaving a detention centre and the family climbing the Pennines to escape Thatcher.

I hope this new live American version was enjoyed by a new audience but I pray that it will inspire them to watch the original.

So I say ‘So Long, Farewell’ to re-makes. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. In fact, I may wear a dress made from curtains and drink pink lemonade whilst watching my favourite classic on Christmas Day in defiance! Join me!

Monday, 25 November 2013

Manically Meditating

We all have hectic lives and different ways of unwinding – me, I like to read a book in bed whilst listening to classical music (I celebrate my inner granny!) But I have found that I keep getting stressed really easily, feeling overloaded by work and ridiculous road rage at dawdling local drivers. I needed to find a way to chill out that didn’t involve a vat of wine, especially as I sadly can’t read in bed all day.


I decided to try a meditation course; or as my other half has said “I have turned into a hippy.” Loads of people swear by 10 minutes of quiet time each day and I do like the lying down part at the end of a yoga class, so I decided to give it a go. There is a 21 day course via Oprah Winfrey and her guru Depak and they email you a link each day with the aim of finding some inner peace before the month is through! You find a quiet place, listen to their thought or message of the day and then meditate for 10 minutes to some lovely music. However, I am really struggling with it and here’s why:-

Anyone got a spare 20 minutes?
You’d think in my self-employed day where I work to my own schedule that I would be able to find 20 minutes to meditate, but it has been really hard. In fact I should be doing it now but I am blogging instead!  I thought about making use of my commutes but sadly I no longer use the train and I’m not sure driving through the country lanes of Surrey is the best place to switch off.  I realise this is ridiculous, everyone has 20 minutes even if it is to watch The Big Bang Theory or whilst your dinner is cooking but I’ve really been struggling and am already 5 days behind!

Where is the best place?
I have discovered that the best place to try to meditate in my cottage is in our spare room; as Goldilocks would say it is ‘just right’, nice and quiet and with a comfy sofa.  However, it did take me a few attempts to work this out.  In my quest to fit it in to my busy day, I decided it would be a genius plan to meditate whilst having my bath. Genius indeed, warm water to relax in plus getting washed and ready for work all in 20 mins!  But it is hard to focus on inner calm when you’re getting a bit too hot or washing your arm pits.  I ended up getting out and trying to maintain inner peace whilst wearing a towel, perched on the edge of the bath.  However this is far from the real problem with trying to meditate in the bathroom; the problem is that someone else may need to use it....
Picture the scene; I am perched in said towel, chanting my mantras, eyes closed, listening to calming music when my other half bangs on the door (in a loud Northern accent) “Dan, are you done? I’m dying for a poo!”  All my ‘ohms’ flew out of the window.  I may have been trying to control my destiny but he sadly couldn’t control his, so that meditation session was shot to...... well, .....you know!


Wandering thoughts
One of my biggest struggles with meditating is the main part of it – switching off.  I cannot seem to quiet my brain.  The more I tell myself to think of nothing, the more I think of what I have to do later and then the more stressed I get as I tell myself off for thinking it.  They say you are meant to acknowledge your thoughts and then let them pass. But the problem is if I acknowledge the random thought that I’ve forgotten to pay my council tax, it doesn’t pass, instead it ferments as panic rises and I plan fitting a trip to the bank in to an already busy day that I am wasting 20 minutes sitting here aaaaargh!! And breathe....

But it’s working a bit
Despite missing days here and there I do feel some benefits from my daily quiet time.  I feel calmer and more smiley.  I still get mad at the stupidly slow drivers on my way to work but I also look up at the orangey trees and enjoy their beauty and smile.  I look forward to my daily sessions and although my brain still wanders and I am far from a hippy, I do think it is calming me down. 

Well as much as it can to a control-freak, busy stress-head like me!


Nameste!

Saturday, 5 October 2013

Open Letters - shoulda, woulda, couldas


This week the open letter from Sinead O’Connor to Miley Cyrus has been highly publicised.  The Irish pop star in her late 40’s tried to offer advice to the wrecking ball-swinging young popstress; suggesting that half naked ‘twerking’ isn’t conducive to a long career and suggesting she look after herself as no record company has her best interests at heart.  We all know that when you’re young, the advice from those older, wiser folk falls upon hard ears, or at least bounces off of the Apple earphones.  Miley Cyrus responded to Sinead’s motherly words with a metaphorical middle finger.  Nice.

One of life’s ironies seems to be that only the young know everything (or really think they do,) only to become less sure and more open to learning with each passing year.  But should young people be warned about the pitfalls of life?
Isn’t the point that we’re meant to make mistakes to become the wise and battered version of ourselves filled with hindsight?  Isn’t that what makes life interesting?
I was chatting with some aspiring performing arts students last week answering their questions about the profession that drama school lessons don’t have time to address.  Things like, is it possible to sustain a relationship through college?  Do actors really cheat when away on tour?  Will they ever make any money from this job and be able to have a family and house? Suddenly at 32, I was advising very much through the power of hindsight but with an awareness that I shouldn’t crush their dreams with too much reality.  It’s not my place to take away the mystery of the journey by dousing their fires of passion with bitter old recriminations.  That’s not advice, just self-indulgent bile!
But both these events got me thinking about what advice I’d give to myself – don’t worry I am not going to join the bandwagon of writing an open letter to myself!  Merely a few yellow post-it notes of “shoulda-woulda-couldas!”
Stretch – 8 year old Daniella managed to do the splits once in a French caravan park.  Yes, ONCE.  If I had listened to my dance teachers and actually done a few regular stretches in the ad-breaks of Home and Away then I wouldn’t have found myself in the disaster, that was my audition for “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory”, 23 years later.  The audition dance required the auditionee to jump into the splits for the final position, not tentatively slide but JUMP.  I suspected that some of the 50 girls in the dance call would be equally nervous as I, by this insurmountable feat.  But no, everybody leapt without a care in the world and fell into a comfy, leg ripping final pose.  Everyone but me, who was left standing, only to pathetically creak into a jazz split in an attempt to join in.  Mortified!  Young Daniella - do stretch; or you will end like that one-legged Barbie doll at the bottom of the toy box who no-one wants to play with.
 

Don’t eat that – I spent much of my early years thinking I hated pizza and so my mum improvised with my favourite condiment to make me eat them.  I ate peanut butter pizza topped with chicken and sweetcorn for years.  If only I could run back in time and rip it out of my hands, telling my younger self that those carb-laden, heart-attack inducing dinners will stay on my hips forever and no amount of low-GI eating in the future will shift it!
Remove the blinkers – Now this is a new addition but it comes from a place of hindsight and not regret.  I would advise my younger self to go to university and follow any academic potential I had.  I know it’s a bit “Sliding Doors” to wish I had taken a different path and perhaps I would still end up in the same destination but from this viewpoint, I would advise myself to shun a musical theatre course.  You need to have blinkered determination to pursue our wonderful profession and mine were securely in place from a young age - so perhaps like Miley and Sinead, the 32 year old me wouldn’t have a hope in hell of getting through to myself!  
I don’t think it’s healthy to keep looking back, trying to re-think the past.  Writing this has helped me see that open letters have no place in my little world.  I appreciate any advice people can, and will, offer me and love to learn from others, but to advise my 20 year old self?  I try to learn from my mistakes (peanut butter pizza bases, anyone?) but I think it’s a good idea to look forwards and forge ahead; happy to make new mistakes but safe in the knowledge that I will never swing nude on a wrecking ball!

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Job Juggling - finding a complimentary career


How far do you go when adding your special skills onto your Spotlight CV?  Horse-riding – tick (Sat on a horse at Margate once and didn’t fall off,) Aerobics – highly skilled (does doing it at the gym count?)  Juggling – tick.  Juggling?  Well, I did an hour session of circus skills when I was 11 and still juggle quite regularly today, but instead of brightly coloured balls - I juggle jobs.

The last 12 years have found me job juggling and trying to keep my balance; working towards my acting dreams yet working to live.  Drama schools aim to teach you everything in preparation for an acting career but one module they exclude is “what to do if it doesn’t work out.”  Obviously this is omitted on purpose, who wants to spend £25,000 on training to be told it might not happen?  I hate to be the slap-in-the–face reality fairy, and I’m not saying all this as some bitter failed actress, but not everyone can work 100% of the time.  Even Sheridan Smith and the Strallen sisters occasionally have periods out of work.  But you are still an actor even if you have to do something else to pay the bills in-between.

During these lean periods, graduates and young actors often work front-of-house or in bars because these flexible evening jobs leave you free for auditions.  But there comes a time when these jobs and doing ‘promo’ work aren’t the best option anymore.  Promotional work can mean anything from donning a posh frock and greeting VIPs at Ascot to dressing up as a kiwi fruit and giving out smoothies at Waterloo Station.  The money is good because the mortification levels are high; you are bound to see your agent or recent, heart-shattering Ex when dressed as a slice of Dairylea.  And as you get older all that standing around in cold weather isn’t good for an ageing dancer’s bones.  Likewise, bar work till 2am begins to suck when you need to be in bed after the 10 o clock news in order to get your collagen-producing 8 hours in before your early morning yoga class.  I am painting a terrifyingly dull picture of life as an early 30-something, trust me it isn’t that bad.  My point is that as a creative person, you no longer want to your brain to lie dormant during those months of unemployment.  We come alive when working on a script or rehearsing a production number but isn’t better to feel that dynamic and responsive for 12 months of the year?  How do you keep your creative juices flowing and more importantly, feel useful, in-between jobs?

You find a new passion and start working on an alternative career.  Don’t panic!  You don’t throw away your dreams and live the rest of your life in a grey suit doing crosswords on the train.  An alternative career can be something that interests you, uses your skills and compliments the career you already have.  Finding another avenue that inspires you, and will also help pay the bills, can be a really positive thing to do. 

Teaching is an obvious transition; please please ignore that stupid adage, “those who can’t do, teach,” because it seems to me that only those who are bloomin’ brilliant can pass on the passion and skills necessary for our industry.  Working for companies can be challenging as they expect commitment and find it hard to understand when you get a job at short notice.  I once had to leave a job because they weren’t going to allow me to miss my one hour toddlers’ music class for an audition for the Les Miserables movie.  Can you imagine – “I am sorry Mr Tom Hooper, Oscar award winning film director, can we postpone because I must sing ‘The Wheels on the Bus’ to Tarquin, Harry and Tabitha or their musical growth will be stunted.”  So the teaching job went and so did I - off to the audition.  I may not have won a role as ‘battered whore #6’ on the movie set but I did have the incredible honour of singing on the soundtrack so if you’re reading this, Tarquin, from your Montessori Nursery, I apologise, but that’s showbiz!

Many folk I know have bought into a franchise or set up their own schools, leaving them free to perform and also make a good income because there will always be children (or parent’s) who want to be taught by someone “in the profession.”

The in-thing to do at the moment is photography.  Again, because you can fit in appointments between jobs and auditions and you already have a great client base – your colleagues.  However, it is advisable to have a flair for photography because you cannot just ‘wing’ a good headshot and, no, you can’t use your iPhone 5 even if it does have an incredible zoom.  So like all alternative careers you would need to put time, money and effort into having the right equipment so that it can really work for you.  It can be expensive to set up if you don’t generate business and it may take a long time to gain a reputation and be able to charge the big bucks, but if it’s a passion of yours, go for it.

Unless you fall under the ‘character actor’ section of the Spotlight book you may find modelling is a great way to subsidise your income.  My inheritance from my dear Dad of a strong jaw line and stumpy legs ensure this is not an avenue for me but many dancers and actors are mannequins worth photographing.  Not cat walk stuff but photo shoots, adverts and even hand modelling (unless your contract in Les Miserables has left eternal dirt beneath your fingernails!)

As performers we have so many skills to draw upon.  We can prepare people to speak in public, develop our dance skills into the fitness qualifications or literally sing for our supper. Performance singing no longer has that ‘northern working man’s club’ reputation; you’d be surprised how many corporations, weddings and events are desperate for professional singers to entertain them with an ABBA medley.  Backing tracks are now pretty swish; gone are the days of the 1980’s Casio keyboard “bmm, tssk, tssk, bmm” you can create a truly professional act with modern tracks and make a really good living from it.  Some West End stars have formed a company sending singers to do tribute gigs and others do corporate entertainment.

Sick of having no control over his career, an enterprising fellow Thesp has set up his own theatre company.  He produces modern and new work and is the only fringe company ever to pay me, so it seems he’s winning in all directions.  Having your own theatre company means you can decide what to do, who to work with and create theatre that you believe in – truly exciting and inspirational.  And a stage manager I worked with uses her financial qualifications to help actors with their self-assessment tax forms, not quite donning the grey suit but a great way to make extra income.

So what do I do?  Well alongside some teaching I imagine you have guessed from this column that I have branched out into writing.  There is an on-going joke on Twitter that everyone is a blank/blank/blank and writer!  Everybody can write it’s whether people chose to read it or not.  There are thousands of theatrical blogs out there, ranging from reviews to aspirations and recollections.  Just look at the production team behind this magazine, all working actors putting their passion and skills into words. 

I worked with a wonderful man and actor called Michael Simpkins who has an extensive career; dancing in Lycra with me in Mamma Mia! and most recently seen as a parole officer in Eastenders.  But what I find inspirational about him is that he is a successful writer too; his published books and newspaper opinion columns fit nicely alongside his continuous acting career.  He has the most accessible and witty style and if you haven’t read his book on acting called “What’s my Motivation?” you can’t call yourself an aspiring actor!  Get on Amazon now!  It is my dream to have a career like Michael’s, being able to pop in and out of acting work whilst keeping my brain happy by writing.  See, even thirty-something’s have a dream, it’s just an amended one!

Having an “in case of” and complimentary career doesn’t mean you’re giving up on your acting dreams but actually being sensible and paving a future for yourself.  From a young age we are all so blinkered about acting; we focus on achieving our goals and, like most young people, don’t give a second thought to pensions or god forbid, being 55 years old!  Taking your blinkers off won’t cause you to fall behind but in-fact put you a few steps ahead when you find yourself loathed to wipe another restaurant table and desperate to be creative when those pesky casting directors won’t let you.  Developing the skills you already have can lead onto new dreams, exciting realities and perhaps even allow you to asterisk a new highly-skilled activity on your Spotlight page!

And as for me, I pretend I’m a theatrical Carrie Bradshaw as a type away dreaming that my blog will be made into a book.  I get just as big of a thrill when I see my name on a bi-line as I do when it’s in a theatre programme.  My blog on the recent West End agreement reminded me that when you’re passionate about something, your words do travel, although I declined to get on my soapbox when asked by Sky News!  With this column, blogs on the Huffington Post and some online freelancing, I feel like I am making progress but I have yet to make it to the ‘West End’ of the written word.  But as with all dreams – there is always time.
 
THIS ARTICLE WAS WRITTEN FOR THE FOURTHWALL MAGAZINE @fourthwallmag AS PART OF MY REGULAR COLUMN "THE WORKING ACTRESS"