So first and foremost, I guess I ought to mention how well the four performances of 'Wyrd Sisters' went. Everyone remembered their lines and cues (apart from Dom on a couple of occasions, but he covered it rather well), and everyone really enjoyed it. I ended up doing my last scene with a bad, fake French accent (not my idea), but I got applause for it, so that kinda made up for the fact that I had to wear a dress.
Out of the blue, Jon has also started contacting me. Now, after what happened last time, I dithered for a few hours as to whether to even reply to his first email, but then I realised that now I'm cautious enough it couldn't do any harm. It's nice to be on speaking terms with him again. For one it means that I won't have to avoid him at Kelmarsh this year.
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I was putting off writing this next bit, probably because writing it down would make it far too real. One of my good friends from school, Amy Lightfoot, passed away a few days ago. From a virus, according to my other friend Danni. To say that it came as a shock is an understatement. I don't think I can quite believe it, even now. I shall be going to the funeral, of course. I've already sorted out an extension date for my Critical Theory essay so that I can go. But shards! She was only my age!
