I have been ranting and raving about it on Facebook, Twitter, and even on here. Not in a negative way however. The only negative thing I can say about this, is the fact it’s over. You’ve guessed correctly.
I know that a matter of months ago, I said No Day But Today was the most fun I have ever had on stage. Quite frankly, that was true. Then Marvin Camden came along, and Lucas Lloyd followed. Not putting NDBT down but, Loserville took the top spot once the intro video before Act One even started, began playing.
Holding a cardboard, comic book-styled walkie-talkie, I wandered the stage in beautifully-clashing clothing, building up a great joke, that no-one found funny. The build in the music, the flashing alarm lights, the rush of breaking in to a high-tech computer room in 1971 just gave me that thrill before we were five minutes into the show. Living In The Future comes along, and I’m stood at the front, singing my heart out, rocking out on an air guitar, and being on stage with some of the best friends I had ever had, made Loserville one of those experiences I doubt I’ll forget a single Americanised-word of.
Cracking jokes, singing, getting depressive, and then unleashing hate and anger in two songs just made the show so exhilarating and emotional. Seeing the faces of my family and friends, and those who don’t give two thingies about theatre, being so astounded, just pumped so much more energy into the performance, especially mine.
Things this year however, haven’t run smoothly.
We were definitely in a better place with Loserville than we were with Guys and Dolls. As much as the first night didn’t go at or over 100%, we at least still had a show. This year, relationships were stretched to their limit, opinions and emotions went haywire, and people’s backs turned to some, and there were those of us picking up the pieces. There being such a committed group meant the show was never affected, or at least, it never hit a mountainous speed bump. No Day But Today and Loserville separated the men from the boys, and laid giant red flags next to the pitfalls experienced, so the committee next year know where not to tread. Speaking of committee, I’m on it next year. I’m the one who stands at the front, puts music on, and twats around for two hours, teaching people how to twat around too.
I am so unbelievably terrified, and so unbelievably excited.
There are people I’ve never felt closer to this year, and some of those I get to work with professionally next year. MTS across 2015/16 is going to be a whole new ball game. There are new people coming (which is great, we’ve been super-close to the new members this year, and I’m super-excited to meet the new lot), and there are old people leaving forever, or coming back in a years time as they’re buggering off around the world or something. I know for a fact, the one thing I will always notice being different next year, the thing that will make MTS different, is one person not present in particular.
Not going to name names here, as that’s just not fair. I want you to sit and think, ‘Does he mean me?’ Oh, it won’t be you. But the person who it is, will know exactly who they are. One of the first people I met from MTS, came as a shock when she told me where she stood within MTS. I thought, ‘I’d better not say something offensive or stupid, as she may kick me out or something.’ Our relationship never really hit a horizontal line. It was sort of all over the place. Not in a bad way, nothing really happened (well, story for a never-time – Pub Golf. It’s always a alcohol-fuelled night), we just never knew where we stood. This year however, Loserville being something we’ve both been on-board with since pre-Guys and Dolls, we became a lot closer when we finally got to fulfil our geeky theatre dream. You know who you are. You made MTS for me, and I know exactly how to take care of it next year.
I’ve said it before, this isn’t Goodbye though.
You’ve got to come back and cry about how much I’ve ballsed up the choreography for unnamed Showcase and Musical shows next year.
‘DKWTDWMLAIDC’ you ask? “Don’t know what to do with my life, and I don’t care.” It’s a lyric from ‘What’s so Weird about Me?’ from Loserville. Albeit a song I wasn’t even in (due to Lucas being a mopey shit), it was one of my favourites, and after gallivanting around pretending to be an regret-filled teenage writer geek, the aftermath of Lucas Lloyd and Loserville made that line especially, a bit more relevant than before. As much as I enjoy Media Production and Filmmaking immensely, is it where I want to be? Realising I can sing changed me. I never thought I could. When I won ‘Best Male Performance’ for ‘Holly I’m The One,’ it did make me stand back and see where I was. Should I stay on that one thing I’ve been doing all of my life? I’ve bounced between Engineering and Media Production as career choices through most of my life now, but performing has been there the entire time, never faulting, never slowing.
Maybe performing isn’t just my hobby any more.
I think it might be my place.
Thank you, Loserville.
Thank you, MTS, and all of you incredible MTSers.
Thank you everyone that’s supported me through everything, both in front of an audience, and behind a camera or microphone.
In the corner of my eye, there’s new door opening.
Actually, it’s not a door.
It’s a curtain rising.