Funny how there's always a point about halfway through rehearsals, usually the first weekend, when the traditional self-doubt asserts itself.  When I'm being swept along in the rolling enthusiasm of rehearsals, in that wonderful supportive, convivial atmosphere, without much chance to take a breath, then it's fine.  But time off provides too much opportunity to think.  Will I ever actually get that harmony right? Is my voice going to be the one that sticks out like a sore thumb? Am I over-acting appallingly? Or worse, am I not doing enough? Am I the weakest link?

Of course, this is healthy:  It's just such fears that make me work to make sure these things don't happen... but it's a bit of a bugger all the same.

Ah, but it's such fun though.  Really, really nice bunch of people I'm working with, and (appropriately) a fantastic atmosphere.  No prima donnas - at least not so far - nobody who's awkward or difficult to work with - and everybody seems to like everybody else.  Amazing.
There. That's the kiss of death suitably placed on that then!  Doubt it though - everybody really does get on, which is very refreshing.

I am, of course, around twice the age of most of the rest of the cast.  Doesn't feel like it though - except in my knees!