Goodbye

Go forward to the chapter of five.

Wonderful applications to Drama School s .

London mainly, I did apply for the Birmingham one to .

I am guessing not much has changed from the process.

One piece from Shakespeare & another extract of a play , I chose Julia from the Two gentleman of Verona & look back in anger .

Very very huge scene, now older, that was daring & Nieve, as how could I understand why this woman could have had such a breakdown? What would have bought her up to that?

Even reading the play , Then- I had no actual life experience s then to totally understand & dive into her soul .

The gamble didn’t pay off .

Clear rejection from first three auditions.,

Also, I was pretty nervous & to self conscious.

All learning, I eventually got into the Webber Douglas academy. In Gloucester Road , London.

I had some horrible digs by the Natural history museum.

I can never ever forget that first night on my own .

In this huge city & I knew no one.

I was irrationally scared.

Drama School isn’t what w think , the first year definitely wasn’t , long breathing lines

“Thus with imagined wings “ being my absolute trauma,

It was relentless.

Sometimes we didn’t feel we were at dram school.

Just endless exercise s and thus with those wings !!!!!!!

Made good friends, some were relatively local & just could get the tube.

I didn’t actually keep in touch with my parents much.

I had landed, I didn’t need to go home in the holiday s & life was good .

London was good , if anyone reading this remember s Nick Camen from that laundrette advert?!!!

I saw him in Waitrose on the kings road 👍

Year two was the best year of my

Life , I saw PRAVDA on stage with Anthony Hopkins playing the lead , we were picked to attend seminars & talk to stut on auditions etc.. we felt famous.

I had found my niche, I belonged, I was finally in a life,

My life

Life of Charlotte