Time to pinch myself
October 22, 2013
In the last week I have packed up the young boy from south east London.
I moved him to a little flat in Stratford.
I 'teched' our show from 10am to 10pm.
I walked out on to the Royal Shakespeare Theatre stage in front of more than 1000 people, making my debut with the RSC.
I danced a hole in my socks at the press night party, and high fived Oliver Ford Davies backstage.
It has been hard to reflect upon these miraculous events, for two main reasons. Firstly because there has been no time between each one to stand back and be taken-a-back by the magnitude of them. And secondly there has been a surreal magic to all of these things that has felt impossible and dream-like.
I would have pinched myself to make sure every awesome thing I had experienced this week was indeed real, but I assure you there has been little time for pinching.
Even writing this now I feel like I'm writing about someone else. I do however feel that I have to recognise that this boy I'm writing about is me. That I am here and that I have worked hard to be here. I fear that if I don't acknowledge this, I will let this experience slip away and mark it down to some magic moment that happened when I was young.
How did I get here?
Everything that has happened to me in the last week is a product of luck, good fortune and hard work. I graduated from drama school last year. I worked really hard while I was there, and tried desperately to grasp every opportunity.
This meant often getting things wrong and majorly messing up. I graduated and had auditions that I was awful in. Learning from these, you pick yourself up and go again and again and again.
Then something works, it clicks. The days of preparation you have put in, the years of training, and a lot of luck pay off and you land a job (in this case a dream job).
And then you have to work even harder, because the challenges the job confronts you with are incredibly difficult and wonderfully rewarding.
Having said all of this, it is still hard to cling on to these ideas and live in the moment when Oliver Ford Davies gives you a high five!
Image: Elliot Barnes-Worrell on stage at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre playing the groom in Richard II
Photograph by Kwame Lestrade
by Elliot Barnes-Worrell
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