Shortly after Prague Emily hit the road alone to perform at the newly found and totally brilliant Plymouth Fringe Festival at the lovely Theatre Royal Plymouth. I was gutted to miss it but luckily she took her camera with her. Not that it helped with the whole being stranded roadside. But it makes for amusing footage.
She also did two performances at the Exmouth Festival at the Blackmore Theatre, where all the staff treated her really kindly. This was all caught on camera too. So I can pretend I was there. Kind of. And so can you.
I must say as a director it is SUPER weird knowing your show is going on somewhere and you can't see it, you haven't seen the space and you can't see the people behind the scrillion emails each festival is bound to exchange with its participants. Good thing Emily's so darn good, there's no need to worry, but it still feels quite strange. Is this what it's like to send your kids to school? You know they'll do great but you just wish you could be there to see it.
Still can't believe we won those awards at Prague Fringe. Eeeek! And congratulations to those shortlisted for the Plymouth Toast of the Festival awards!