so, I’m back from london and still can’t believe this only happened - what, 4 days ago? yet it feels like it’s been eons. I’d been looking forward to this trip and day so much and then it went by in a jiff…
seeing this play and one of my favourite actors 3 feet away from me (sat in row c, fantastic view!) felt absolutely unreal. I’d like to say I paid attention to the play 100%, but it was more like 50% of “wow, this production is amazing” and 50% of “martinfreemanisrightthereohmygodIcan’tbreathe”. what can I say? it’s all been written about before. martin was terrifying, funny, energetic, a force on stage. he might not be the tallest man, but his presence filled the room like no other could have. it was such a pleasure (and dare I say an honour, too) to watch him do his thing live, to see that face act, to hear him yell and watch him fight. he gave it his everything, and he looked so proud and accomplished during the final applause. bravo, martin, well deserved.
well. and then stage door happened (sept 19). after all the other actors had left (on a side note: how awesome was buckingham?!), martin came out to sign. a dream came true that passed me in a blur. I had some trouble getting through to him, and when I did I only mumbled a “hello” and “thank you”. I saw some other fans getting hugs, and god, did I want one, too. but I was frozen to the spot when he came around to me. I must admit I really regret not speaking up when I got the chance, but I did get my programme and ticket signed, so I’m utterly grateful for that. you can actually see it happen in picture #2 (my mum took those, bless her!).
I wish I had the chance to see him again, but alas, I’m back home and can only wish the entire cast a successful last week and a well deserved break after. break a leg!