DATELINE: Wednesday, April 6, 2005
sh_wulff, our intrepid "embedded journalist" stationed in Oz, reports on her recent road-trop to see "Cyrano de
Bergerac" (sorry, that's road TRIP...got a little excited there). You can pull up a whole chair
to read it, but you're only gonna need the edge..........
halfway to a festival I realize I had left my ticket to Cyrano in Sydney
do I turn back?
do I try to finagle an entry ohne tickets?
I had lost my wallet
all my creditcards
were new.. how could I prove I am who I am??
leave the stress and go to festival
drumming (bigV eat your heart out)
comes the morning of the 28th
packing belongings again for road-trip
lose travelling companion
90 minutes too late
can do 270km in 4 hours
time for a shower a shave and a sprice up
up the highway
trusty grenn car flying
its jewel colour shining in the early autumn sun
Playhose here I come......
come to a large parking lot known as the M31 Freeway
free with exhaust fumes yeah
moving at a snails
frantically look at map
can I make it using byroads and sneaky secret ways??....
some beautiful mountain gorges ( less than 30km out of melbourne)aan lush temperate rainforest
curves as dangerous
as Jessica Rabbits
ooopsies travel companion has motion sickness
ckean up the car
sun is beginning its journey to the golden peach hues of sunset
5pm.. still 40 kms away from dropping off travel companion
and show starts at 6pm
yeah I know
continue my way
hit another Freeway moving
with the traffic
decide to not even try to make show
restore Yahoo Serious style hair to some semblance of sleekness
wonder if I can get to see the show at all
next day ring BoxOffice
53 minutes ON HOLD
theatre tells me to ring box office again
I question whetehr I'm a true Fazgul or nooooot???
what would PFaz the doyenne of Fazgulls do??
or FRuby with her fledgling Fazgul wings????
Well I showed
my true Fazgul colours that day
went back on the telephone with grim determination as there were only four more shows
yup my Fazgul heart showed it's true colours
no Black Breath of impending failure was going to faze my
Fazzy and DW obssessed heart
no! no! no!
no computer generated Saurons were going to keep me from my goal
a mere ten minutes later
I hear a human voice:
<< only one ticket??>>>
<< I have FRONT ROW SEATS NEAR THE MIDDLE>>
you could have bowled me over with a feather
well with as much aplomb as I could muster I managed to say:
<< err...umm I guee they will do OK>>
although I really wanted to
ahh the advantages of giving good phone
so the date was set
oh the anticipation of having to wait an extra 36 hours
I tell you it was hard
a long time
the morning arrives
comb and blowdry my hair( people who know me know this is anathema..
what to wear...
decide on red to reflect his gingery goodness
take the train in
visions of missing the show again fill my mind
run in my lovely high heel boots
and make it just as the last call is sounded
my heart racing at the speed of light
my mouth dry my palms sweaty
the auditorium darkens
the cuttain opens and it begins..
a play within a play
but where is Cyrano
from the back
right I hear his deep booming voice
a thrill runs up my spine
he make his way down slowly
the hair on
the back of my neck is erect with excitement
because he is coming down on my side of the seating
he leaps onto
the stage.. his presence outshining the others ( not that I'm a biased fangrrl or nuthin' ... just sayin' )
he struts on 2 inch heels with the grace of a leopard
he swash buckles
his skill with a
rapier is as sharp as Cyrano's wit
in real life his eyes go from stormy grey blue to bright blue with emotion
as sometime does a little spit
I've being the recipient of some real DW body fluids (because sometines he is less than three feet away)
oh and I ain't sharing
nyah nyah nyah
force to reckon with through almost three hours of the play
sadly you girls have no time to make it down here because it was certainly worth seeing.. at least once
girl who sat next to me had been FIVE times ( no I'm not green with envy .. really really I'm not .. well at least if I repeat it often enough I'll BELIEVE... must try to get ZEN calmness )
the Play itself was "stagey" yet that added to the pathos of Cyarno's situation
I laughed, I cried ( though
carefully..it would not do to smudge my mascara )
Cyrano was dressed scruffilly
with his shirt half undone
one could peek at the tendrils of golden and ginger chest hair sometimes glistening with sweat
his lip sometimes wibbled
oh and he did his dying scene RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME
just for me too ( OK that
is a fantasy.. my inner 3 year old claimed it was just for her.. so who amI to disbelieve)
I could even pretend to
be his Roxane comforting as he dies
well I really did blow my Fazgul brain if you get my drift
during the interval I ask staff where I am most likely to get that treasure of treasures..his
get advised to wait at the front door
<<< wulffie fantasie
he appears with his blue paisley shirt half undone
his leathe jacket on
some well fitting jeans
he says he loooves dessicated coconut
and would love to do an interview exclusive>>>
I wait at the theatre main entrance...
to be continued...
doncha lurv cliff-hangers
is wulffie waiting in the right place??
will she meet him??
get an autograph
wait until the next exciting installment