Hello Damnlings!
With the US elections providing another 4 years of Blames and the Giant Impeachment, I thought I'd share what goes on when a much more enjoyable show is over: ours!
I'll end the show, usually smiling through the ache in my feet and legs, thanking you all for coming, wishing you a safe journey and reminding you to follow us on social media if you aren't already (if you still aren't, well done for finding this blog, but also: GO FOLLOW ME!). After saying goodnight one final time, I leave the stage, to a very congratulatory and celebratory atmosphere backstage, all of us proud of ourselves for making it through all the anxieties, worries and stresses of planning and running a show.
Usually, we'll start getting out of costume immediately (nothing beats taking off the heels and corset after almost 8 hours by this point!), unless there are people waiting by the stage for photos, in which case we'll happily pose until they've all left (please remember to tag us in photos!).
Backstage can get quite messy, particularly with multiple performers and multiple costume changes, so usually we'll fall into some sort of 'debrief'-come-"glad we can relax" chatter while starting to organise and pack our things ready to leave (often with a barrage of venue staff, collaborators, and friends and family coming to congratulate and collect their performers).
Once I've spoken to everyone and checked they're ok and have everything they need, I'll change back into "boy clothes" (but usually still with a full face of makeup), and together with the rest of the cast, help the venue staff to clean up and straighten up the venue, clearing any rubbish and glasses from backstage, and usually picking up odd belongings that someone has left behind.
By this point, you'll all have left (hopefully - house lights will be up now, nobody wants to see us under harsh lights!) and I'll be thanking the venue teams and saying our goodbyes while packing the car with Object (once I've found her!).
We're usually starving by this point, so its off to Fraddon Maccies or Truro's Central Grill for a kebab (whichever is nearest and open!) before heading home to de-drag (read: scatter bits of costume up the stairs on our way to removing makeup in the bathroom before collapsing into bed).
The after show process is one of my favourite bits of the evening (not least because it means I can switch off!) because I get to see the look of triumph on our performers faces, the look of joy on the audiences faces and the sense of pride that gives me is immense.
That's all from me this week my damnlings, but stayed tuned next week where I'll talk more about what its like getting out of drag and reflecting on the evening once the excitement has passed.
Unitl then,
Yours if you didn't vote Trump,
Evilyn x
P.S - To my friends and siblings across the pond, I am speechless. I don't think anybody expected this, nor knows what it means for you or the world beyond what we've already witnessed. Stay strong, stay safe, and now more than ever, stay together. x
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