Up early to pack my bags for later, tried and failed to quit the jazz band (I have too much on) as they're insisting I just "turn up whenever I can" - which might be never, then.
Taught a private lesson (always a joy) and then off to Brighton for the first of two HG performances there.
The drive to Brighton itself was fine, until I actually got into Brighton. Told by my hotel, via email beforehand, where the nearest car park was, I got caught up in a one-way system and missed the turning four times, eventually making it after half an hour of confusion.
Hotel was overpriced and tiny; my bathroom in the ensuite didn't even have a door, just a doorway. Thankfully this is a solo show and just me staying there.
My venue was amazing - a tiny, 18-capacity theatre below a cafe. A proper theatre, with curtains and lights and everything. Just absolutely glorious and run by a very nice lady who kindly introduced me to the stage. 7 people turned up for the opening performance, which in an 18-capacity room felt fine. Great to see Mel, who I actually see a lot as she does the HOP shows with us, but still - it was a pleasant surprise that she kindly came down from London to catch the show.
Performance was technically not the best it's been, some of the timing was out, but it felt great - the audience really onboard, it was a goodun. This show is yet to let me down.
The show was 7pm-8pm, and I didn't know what to do with myself afterwards. I don't know anyone in the area, Mel went back to London, I just...plodded around the seafront by myself for a bit before picking up a couple of beers, a pasta/salad dish and a newspaper and went back to my hotel room. Quite depressing, being a touring performer, isn't it? Read my paper and dozed off.
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