The buzz around the theatre when it was known that CalendarGirls was to be a play in the forth coming season was electric, and that’s just
the male population!
When I went for the reading I was quite excited and truth be
told was really hoping to be cast as Annie or Chris – mainly because two of my
favourite actresses had performed them so brilliantly in the film and I guess
we all aspire to be, in some ways as good as our heroes.
Also of late I have tended to be cast in roles that well
shall we say, have in some form or other been “bonkers” and I wanted to get my
teeth into something “normal” for a change. ( I am not complaining – I’ve
enjoyed all my mad characters!)
But wanting to be a part of something so special meant that
realistically I was going to be up against some class acts for any lead role and
so was more than delighted to be cast at all!
Peta Maidman, whom I have been directed by before, seems to
have the knack of casting the right people in the right roles. So when I got
the nod that I was to play Jessie, the retired school teacher, I wasn’t the
least disappointed. In fact I have come to love my character and have, as we
thespians say “got her”. Now all this is fine and dandy and I couldn’t wait to
get hold of the script and start rehearsals, but at our first meeting, it was
announced that we would also be posing for our own BLT Calendar.
A great idea and well co-ordinated and organised by Shelley
Bethan Morgan aka Celia who quite honestly has done the theatre proud!
But myself being a woman of a certain age, like Jessie my
character, I can quite honestly say the flushes of later life came thick and
fast when thinking about the calendar shots. I thought the best form of attack
would be to volunteer as quickly as possible for the first photo shoots, get it
out of the way so to speak. So that’s what I did!
On the morning of the actual day to have my “glamour” shot
taken, I decided (oh ye of little wisdom!) to walk to the venue, it being a
lovely sunny day, nearly 2 miles. My first mistake!
I fleetingly thought of booking a hair appointment, but
decided it would be better to be as natural as possible. My second mistake.
On this particular day there were two of us to photograph
and the first shoot was Frankie Baskerville ( Annie). Her shoot was held in the
local Carpet store. She turned up looking absolutely fab. Pristeen hair,
glowing complexion, etc etc. It was then that it dawned on me that these would
be photos for public viewing!! Having walked the two miles in hot weather, I
realised my complexion may have been glowing but for the wrong reasons! My hair
was as sticky as a sticking plaster and this was for real, not just a few snaps
for my close friends and family! I can still hear my inner self screaming “This
wasn’t a bit of a laugh for god’s sake!”
But there was nothing I could do so I took my mind off it by
throwing myself into helping the girls get the best shots for Frankie – and my word
did they turn out fab!
So, onto my shoot.
I walked the few hundred yards to the newspaper agents (will
I ever learn!)
I needed time to gather myself. I have to admit that during
this short walk the – flight or fight – hit me hard and I was so tempted to
walk back home. But no – a lot of work had gone into this, I couldn’t let Shelley
down and anyway how bad could it be?
Well I soon found out!
I felt sick; my hair was not sleek or shiny, but sticking to
my head like a fly to jam due to the flurry of menopausal sweats that hit me
during the shoot. My make up was running, so no chance of a “glow” from my
complexion but rather a fiery furnace. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. The girls were so kind
and thoughtful, Sarah even popped home to get me an extra pink blanket to try
to make me look half decent. But I really found the experience torturous to say
the least. I had many a sleepless night and dreaded seeing the shots. I
convinced myself that CCTV was on and I’d end up on utube with all my lived in
luggage hanging out as I ran around trying the shop trying to find the right
pose! I continue to cringe at the mere thought of that experience.
However due more to the skill of the photographer than the
model, I did manage to pick a half decent shot for the calendar. (half decent
refers to me, the model, not the excellent work of the photographer)
Half decent being quite an achievement really, as everyone
on the calendar is so glamorous, and then there’s me! I think I should have
been February rather than August – less days to be on show! Never mind September
makes up for it. After this experience– to be honest – daft as it may sound,
taking my clothes off on stage for a fleeting moment – doesn’t seem to carry
the same degree of trepidation (not yet anyway – opening night will tell!)
Mind you – I have decided, against my initial thoughts that
I WILL have an all over false tan, my hair WILL be groomed and my makeup
applied CONSTANTLY throughout my performance. My excuse – being the oldest
woman to de-robe on stage entitles me! Jessie I think would approve, and I
couldn’t cope with the trauma of that photo shoot being repeated for 6 nights!!
In spite of all this I am finding the experience quite
liberating, fun and exciting to be part of something quite historic. The cast
are friendly and supportive of each other. It’s a laugh a minute and I’m sure
the camaraderie will shine through our final performances
Way to go GIRLS!!!
Yve Price - Jessie