Beyond the Bus StopDate: 11 August 2010Sorry I’ve been a little AWOL over the past few days. But with two previews under our belt and a full audience last night, I feel I can finally loosen the buckle and take some time to dish out some juicy morsels about our mysterious theatrical adventure. And I’ve finally been given the go-ahead by Will Wrightson (our other producer who we’ve nicknamed “Dad” due to his aptitude at minibus driving and his “firm but calm” manner) to reveal a couple of details about our secret show. But in the true Threshold style I’m giving you the first one in the form of a riddle thanks to one of our three writers, Fred Gordon:
The start of my name’s pitched between so and ti,
So if you’ve solved that amazing conundrum (see what I did there?), you’ll know we have quite a set-piece at the heart of our show - are you brave enough to enter? And due to how hush-hush we’ve had to keep details about the production, our audiences thus far have certainly been very bold. I thought if you took the fringe-mongers out the fringe it would be like a fish out of water. How wrong I was. If anything whisking the flyer-ridden festival-goers away from the city and giving them a glimpse of some real-life countryside, has engendered them with super-human agency. If your idea of audience participation is panto, you ain’t seen nothing yet!
And opening night was more than a little terrifying having been used to imagined audiences for almost two months now, so awaiting for the actual living organisms coming to our “clandestination” was almost sick-inducing. It was the sort of feeling you get when you decide to have an impromptu house party at your family home – there’s that moment before people start to turn up when you think that maybe it wasn’t such an inspired idea after all: the carnage that’ll ensue is almost certain and certainly out of your hands. However, as the audience invaded, I went past the point of Threshold and realised that they were what had been missing all along.
Here’s hoping you get lost in our riddle and find yourself on a bus out of the city.
Cross the Threshold; the hunt begins here
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