I meet my hero!
I know my posts have been a little excitable of late. But life has been a little excitable of late. So there.
A week ago the Young Vic announced their Autumn season. Opening it is a piece called Fragments - five short Beckett plays directed by Peter Brook.
Now I am sure that most of you (with some exceptions, hello Mr Witness!) have not heard of Peter Brook. And why should you? You have lives, and lives that do not entail obssessing about theatre. It must be marvellous.
I wrote my dissertation about him. And suffice to say I admire him enough to make him my password to Some Things.
Anyway. I saw the show coming up and I thought "How marvellous it would be to be the assistant of Peter Brook!" and in the next thought "I am too small to think of so mighty a thing" and off I went.
Two days ago I got an email from the Young Vic. Advertising for an assistant for Peter Brook!
I replied in no uncertain terms that I would happily donate my arm to the cause.
Yesterday, I got a phone call! And in it the person said "Can you meet Peter Brook today at 5.45 at this top secret location?"
"YES!" I yelled.
I met Peter Brook.
My hero.
I had 15 minutes.
He asked me why I love theatre.
I told him. In a sort of wittery excitable way.
He shook my hand warmly.
I have been touched by Peter Brook.
My hero.
I do not care if I get the job, I do not care!
PS. I don't know if you are aware, but I met Peter Brook!