It was 7 years ago when I walked into the residence of a friend and wondered whether I had gotten the date and time wrong. We had been summoned to an audition for a play that would happen later in the year, and I can honestly say that save for two faces in the room (Sachintha Dias and Anuk De Silva) I didn’t know anyone else there. Among the sea of (once-)strangers was the director, who seemed to be similar in age to the group. I dreaded the outcome of the audition, because everyone else seemed to know each other pretty darn well. I waited to read the lines and depart, tout de suite.
Fast forward to 2020, when Cold Theatre 7 (yes, COLD. Like frigid. But we try not to be) is on its 7th year and I am here still writing (with Spelling and Grammar check enabled, of course!) And what a journey it’s been. I’ve had the honour of playing old ladies; I’ve had the (privilege??) of playing a racist; I’ve had the lights switched on during intermission before my character’s “dead” body was cleared off stage; I’ve had glitter and eyeshadow and hair gel on my hands; I’ve had souvenir pages falling into my hands; I’ve had a cutlass in my hands as a drunken pirate…. You get my drift?
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But jokes apart, it’s been one amazing journey with some amazing individuals – and I honestly cannot imagine the last 7 years without the theatre of Cold Theatre 7. Kudos, Kevin, and Congratulations to casts, crews, production teams past and future. May you go from strength to strength, and remember to always ‘Pass it on!’